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Fontanelle
03:43
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can't get in, control of
the half-sunken, smile i wear
i feel so, overwhelmed
with the thought, of you
this cyclone of broken apparatuses
built for nothing but for show
to spill my guts in a sorry jest
of staggered thoughts and drunken text
we want the same thing
but i drown and you walk on water
i don't want you, to think badly
of me please don't, abandon me
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2. |
Just Skin and Thread
02:14
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there's a devil on my chest
with a woman's body
wanting me to ask questions
so i wont hurt anyone
but i believe love will dissipate
with my emotion
I put myself under god's foot
because I wanted to know pain
I stuck a needle through my eye
hoping promises would explain
I'm dying from a storm
that has yet to make amends
where the gears won't cease to grind
it's the first and last thing on my mind
and all I want, all I need
is a voice of reassurance
a change is all you want
but i refuse to take a chance
brought up to think appearance, and identity
defines someone, it's an anxiety I can't escape
a mirrored nonconforming nature in my past
leads me to wonder if it may come back
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3. |
Meteor
02:24
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the wolves bit off more than they could chew
we've lost our home in just the calm of the storm
a gust of apprehension tears at the clothes on my back
of everything it's dead skin that's left behind
a tension of a nervous fuck in the back of a moving car
a crying apprehension wails and whispers "we've come so far"
i don't believe what i hear, i don't believe what i hear
i cant make out what it is my makers thought of me to be
i don't believe what i hear, i don't believe what i hear
i cant make out what it is my makers thought of me to be
the wolves bit off more than they could chew
we've lost our home, we've lost our hope
you're trying so hard, but your crossed fingers came apart
you're trying so hard, but your crossed fingers came apart
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4. |
For James
04:04
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I heard from a friend
about how you had been
a mirror to conceal a fucked up life
you had a secret
hinged with confusion
and a disease that i could hate a million times
I imagined you were dead
now i wish that you had been
your forbidden habits wouldn't
have broken down your door
in uniform
don't try to apologize
i'm just glad I'm not a victim
5 fucking years i spent
and one more in discontent
i don't want to believe
how disgusting it makes me feel
to know that i felt sorry
for someone like you
I always admired you
you were my friend
now i know why you never called
you're the worst fucking person
i ever met
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Vagrancy Richmond, Virginia
a nervous trans girl that writes songs about feelings and politics but mostly about feelings.
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