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the test
00:49
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when you give something to a lover
you can never take it back
so what if i give her my heart
and what if i already have
i’ve been aspiring to be something greater
and perspiring when i think about her
it’s pretty tiring that maybe i’m not good enough
i’ll go into hiding and i won’t ever face you, my love
or face the fact that you might not be that wondrous
but i’ll never forget just how you looked in that one dress
i’d don’t even know if i’m old enough to get undressed
you’re just fooling around and maybe it’s all a test
maybe its the motions that draw me to you
the emotions that kill me, those too
are just a plaguing scapegoat
to draw me away from my blues
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2. |
slam drunk
01:57
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drinkable punk
stuck in a rut
you dont talk to me
i'm sorry
fuckin up & around
there's nowhere i'm bound
don't follow me
there's nothing to see here
and does she love you like i do
does she love you like i do
does she love you like i do
does she love you like i did
drinkable punk
i don't call you when drunk
not anymore
not anymore
you say you're in love
i still read your blog
from time to time
are you really in love with her
and does she love you like i do
does she love you like i do
does she love you like i do
does she love you like i did
they said it would be different
i never thought you'd do this my dear
they said it would be different
i just never thought you'd hurt me, dear
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3. |
sleepy heart eyes emoji
01:38
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if you'd be my datemate, i'll be your kissfriend
we'll love each other through the internet
melting bubblegum in royal blue thoughts
and taking pictures of your silhouette
and i don't wanna miss a moment of this
i don't know the next time we'll be able to kiss
there's nothing you can say
to make me stop feeling this way
you're stuck with me
if you'd be my kissfriend, i'd be your datemate
we could get drunk off strawberry breath
slip your fingers into mine
we'll be together soon i bet
and i don't wanna miss a moment of this
i don't know the next time we'll be able to kiss
there's nothing you can say
to make me stop feeling this way
you're stuck with me
if you'd be my sweetheart, i'd be your pumpkin
i'll be there on an october weekend
someday i'll skip school & drive up the east coast
don't you dare forget i love you the most
and i don't wanna miss a moment of this
i don't know the next time we'll be able to kiss
there's nothing you can say
to make me stop feeling this way
you're stuck with me
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hipster trash club
01:29
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there was a reason for the party last night
if i hadn't gone, i wouldn't have met you
i was talkin bout elvis depressedly & a kid there said you liked them a lot
i looked you up on the web
we became facebook friends
though the weed made me feel like shit,
and the kids there just didn't get it
i'm glad i went to the party last night
i am glad i went to the party last night
so you like pill friends too?
my butterflies are blooming into dandelion hands
you've got Knife Man on vinyl
and i'm so lucky i met you
you're a conventionally attractive straight white male
how did this happen to me
we can talk about anxiety and wes anderson
i think i like-like you
polyamory is where it's at
where it's at
where i'm at
polyamory is where it's at
where it's at
where i'm at
join the hipster trash club, baby
please eventually sleep with me
join the hipster trash club, baby
please eventually sleep with me
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6. |
01/12/13 at 12:56 AM
02:27
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special thanks to my ex (i mean that)
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7. |
eye contact
01:02
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flies try to land in your eyes
'cause they think its a body of water
dont be surprised
when i end up there too
'cause baby you rid me of the blues
dont look away
its true what they say
i just need love and lots of tissues
maybe you dont understand what ive been through
i'm like a magazine
so many issues
so just hold me, baby
hold me with your eyes
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8. |
thorns
02:22
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show me a garden that doesnt taste like blood
paint up your mouth, i know it tastes like roses
with my blog as my soapbox, im sculpting speeches
just bc we're going nowhere doesnt mean we're static
with rows of ribbons, ravens running through your spine
baby, where does your loyalty lie?
we're all just
walking talking temper tantrums, ticking bombs & phone alarms
quiet down
rogaine in your eyes, lighter fluid in your mind
quiet down
nothing smells as sweet without thorns, baby
& youve got thorns, baby
with rows of ribbons, ravens running through your spine
baby, where does your loyalty lie?
is it with me?
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dear cishet white boy
you are the worst and i hate you
dear cishet white boy
you are the worst thing thats ever happened to me
oh im super queer
but im attracted to football players
who the hell decided that
x2
i really really hate you
i really wanna fuck you
i really really hate you tho
x2
its not bc of his identity
that he didnt choose
that i hate him
its bc cishet white boys
have a tendency
to not give a shit abt what i have to say (a/n: activism shit)
oh im super queer
but im attracted to football players
who the hell decided that
x2
i really really hate you
i really wanna fuck you
i really really hate you tho
x2
i think you hate me, i think you hate me
cause i dont believe in reverse discrimination
i think you hate me cause im confident
& i'm fat & queer & punk
i think you hate me for lots of reasons
but i still wish
youd screw me…
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10. |
battery acid
02:30
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please put elmer’s glue in my iv bag
bring connection to my loose skin
lately it’s farther than it’s ever been
dripping and sinking into the evidence
fill it with acid rain clouds as well
in the hopes that i, too, will evaporate
because i taste like battery acid and act like it too,
bring your drugs to the party…
leave your babe in their bedroom
bring me your body,
and i’ll bring inexorable lust
shake you down to your core.
nothing more.
we dance in your parents’ bedroom
and we’ll be
sewer-tainted sweethearts with ash livers & vodka-soaked lungs
binge-kissing.
we coalesce
on laundry machines
close to midnight
we keep knocking headboards into siblings’ walls
shaking the doors on public bathroom stalls
putting our hands all over each other
crashing our bodies and teeth and hearts as if
this was more than underage sex
but it’s not
and we’re not greater than average
substance abuse doesn’t bring you closer to freedom
but we all romanticize the fuck-ups that we are
but if you’re straight-B’s and Netflix,
don’t worry about it
some of us like to lose control
and some of us like to be alone
i taste like battery acid and act like it too
dont leave me alone
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