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Humane
01:58
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Through glass I see them talking louder, but not brighter
Learned not to struggle 'cause it makes the ropes get tighter
I can't throw feathers at the monsters in the tarpit
But I must throw irises at the golden feet of the holy hypocrite
Here's cotton for your ears so I can rip my tape off
They said to carry a big stick and keep your voice soft
But I'm dizzy from crawling 'round the circles you all talk in
Drowned in a swimming pool of Hemmingways, artists, and politicians
I guess I'm too small to waste your time arguing with
Why does your truth make you tall, while mine makes me a stupid kid?
I guess it's alright to laugh at what makes me cry
Plastic socialites lined up to hit a bullseye
Go practice recitation of statistics you've heard
And take your picture dressing up as self-righteous and cultured
Paint me a foolish girl- unworthy, naive, unskilled
How are you dressed as moral royalty to watch my friends get killed?
I guess I'm too small to waste your time arguing with
Why does your truth make you tall, while mine makes me a stupid kid?
I guess it's alright to laugh at what makes me cry
Plastic socialites lined up to hit a bullseye
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2. |
Sea Glass
01:24
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I've watered down my poison since the first of our four winters
Sanded down my jagged edges 'cause I used to give you splinters
Yes, I've watered down my poison, painted my black bottles blue
And now I love it when you drink me, still I worry it'll kill you
You're too cool for me and my toxicity
Here on the wrong end of the bourgeoisie
I love you endlessly, I'll drag you down with me
I'm your deadweight, but I don't want to be
Have I really gotten better since I caused you all that trouble?
Or am I blind to my bad parts from inside this stupid bubble?
Have I really gotten better? 'cause I'm getting deja vu
So now I love it when you love me, still I worry it'll kill you
You're too cool for me and my toxicity
Here on the wrong end of the bourgeoisie
I love you endlessly, I'll drag you down with me
You're my tunnel's light; you shouldn't need to be
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Daisy
02:47
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That thing in my chest sometimes softens the sound
Of the lies I tell myself when I lay my head down
Like if you keep it off paper then that means it ain't true
Like the poems I'd have written, had I been allowed to
Mom says, "Sleeping with a cellphone on your mattress gives you cancer"
I tell her, "I gotta keep it there, so I can answer if you ever call"
I think too much or I don't at all
Ooo or I don't at all
Could you still love someone after you've seen their bad sides?
Could you still love someone after you've seen them cry?
I'll wonder these things as I mark down the hours
And I'll wonder these things 'til I'm pushing up wildflowers
Mom says, "Sleeping with a cellphone on your mattress gives you cancer"
I tell her, "I gotta keep it there, so I can answer if you ever call"
I care too much or I don't at all
Ooo or I don't at all
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Peachy
02:39
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I'll be your favorite wet blanket
If you be what makes me all anxious
When you do something dangerous
I'm pacing around
I guess I was unprepared
But aren't I lucky to be scared?
You be the scariest joyride
And I'll be that thorn stuck in your side
To try to keep alive
When I'm stumbling around
And everything's blurry
Do you feel lucky to be worried?
I'll be your favorite wet blanket
If you be what makes me all anxious
When you do something dangerous
I'm pacing around
I guess I was unprepared
But aren't I lucky to be scared?
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Put the eggshells that you walk on when around me in the garden, 'cause it's supposed to keep out pests
Like the ones crawling in my stomach, pulling ropes and pressing buttons 'til it's tight inside my chest
I hear you
Hypomania
Is probably not fun from your perspective either
I must be a vampire
'Cause I suck your energy out clean
And I can't see my reflection in the mirror
I'm sorry I'm here
I wonder if you ever mind
The way I take things when they aren't mine, like a backwords holiday
I guess to make my own sky colorful, I turned yours a muddy gray
I hear you
Paranoia
Is probably not fun from your perspective either
I must be a vampire
'Cause I suck your energy out clean
And I can't see my reflection in the mirror
I'm sorry
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King Charles VI
04:38
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Glass delusions
You said my words were stones and sticks to you
Disillusioned
I never meant to turn anybody's skin blue
Blue, blue
They said I'm too nice to people I shouldn't be
They said these people don't deserve my sympathy
But you said it's like I'm pulling wings off insects
So I tried to build them back up
I played architect
Fake dimension
I froze all my water trying to fix you
Fair intentions
You got bruised by what I didn't know that I threw
Threw, threw
They said I'm too nice to people I shouldn't be
They said these people don't deserve good company
But you said it's like I'm pulling wings off insects
So I tried to build you back up
I played architect
They said I'm too nice to people I shouldn't be
They said I'm too nice to people I shouldn't be
They said I'm too nice to people I shouldn't be
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Orange County
02:12
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I think I'm my own target
What's up, God? It's me, Margaret
I'm not sure what repentance implies
Two stops 'til I'm a martyr
I wonder which is darker-
My baggage or what's under my eyes
Now I'm looking through the ceiling
My legs are bruised from kneeling
Confession in a bathroom stall
I'll leave for Orange County
Before they stuff and mount me
Above the fireplace on the wall
I'm talking loud; I don't think he heard
But I can't stop now; I'm a worrywart
So you can hold me down 'til they call me divine
But I won't sleep 'til I know we're alright
I'll disrupt our momentum
And overstay my welcome
People find peice in a holy creed
I'll fix myself some hot tea
Convinced you don't still want me
I'm chanting to myself in the streets
The freaks who tried to bite me
Are splattered on the concrete
Grab all the kings horses and men
Hey, welcome to the gun show
I'll break a stained glass window
And try to put it together again and again
And I'm talking loud; I don't think he heard
But I can't stop now; I'm a worrywart
So you can hold me down 'til they call me divine
But I won't sleep 'til I know we're alright
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Raeann Fetcho Fairfield, Connecticut
"wow, you're still upset about that?"
-anyone who has ever listened to any song i've ever written ever
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