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raised eyebrouches
01:04
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unruly unreal
01:56
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she’s still excited by art supplies
he’s unruly unreal in her eyes
making crumbs all over her dress
looking at him cause he’s such a mess
*on the line* i wanna be
someone else’s memory
look inside and you will see
everything that terrifies me
all the ghosts in all my dreams
bus rides where i don’t feel clean
a day when everyone is mean
i remember everything
that thing that you call god
what can i call it?
boys that treat me odd
what can i call it?
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telescoping
00:46
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together in the summer
my friends and i pull a lot of shit
but when that time is over
everybody splits
no one wants to be around me anymore
they all think i’m such a bore
i get bored when i don’t have a toy to play with
i get bored when i don’t have a boy to kiss
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expressions
03:23
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drinking out of fountains
despair, despair
play me your trombone
rejoice, rejoice
ask to take me home
(oh)
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you’ve grown up to be such a fine young man
what is with that hung dog
hang dog expression….
hung dog
hum drum
something look on your face mister
whatever
it’s FUNNY
i like your shoes a lot
thank you
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scooby and a doobi
02:14
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unrequited love sex way up high above sex
i called a million times i wanna see those eyes
train investigation stuck in the train station
meet me up the hill i'll be standing still
dirt inside the ground
loud sky makes no sound
isn't it profound
how you can let me down?
what's going on, there’s water coming out?
all my life my eyes had a drought
you took away every hint of doubt with your painting that said “always” on it
unrequited love sex
way up high above sex
i called a million times
i wanna see those eyes
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They call me cutie, cutie patootie
rocking out the pageant stage and shaking my booty
cutie cutie patootie,
I'm a little southern girl but no I'm not snooty
see my face in magazines, papers and the TV screen
CNN, GMA, got my own facebook page
pretty hair pretty eyes glitzy dress grand prize
books, dolls, TV deals, Donald Trump, keep it real,
I'm a cutie cutie patootie
Eden with the showgirls appearing in movies
sweetie, sweetie pateetie
Loving the attention but no I'm not needy
Thank you Shirley Temple for paving my way
I got my start in pageants
And I'm here to stay
they say little pageant girls fly by night
but it seems like Oprah Winfrey is doing alright,
I'm a cutie cutie patootie…
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henry the fifth
00:58
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henry is a crazy type
henry stole away my bike
henry is a boy of 10
i am friends with older men
jenny is laughing throughout his whole speech
as she’s walking away he thinks she’s a peach
he turns to me, “wanna leave for the beach?”
dry your eyes, man
coney island
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he said “well you only like me when i’m not around”
i said “no you only like ME when I’M not around”
i woke up right as we kissed to the snoring sound
of his best friend lying on my ground
he reached and held my hand and said it’s ok
i said i wanna date eliza i just wish i was gay
then i was walking around later that same day
saw some other sad sacks on the street and said hey
he said “well you only like me when i’m not here”
in the dream it seemed so real i didn’t think it wouldn’t be real
of course it wasn’t real cause i don’t see him anymore
and he wouldn’t have said something like that cause he know its not true
he would have said something along the lines of you love me but i don’t love you
he said i only liked him when he wasn’t around
couldn’t get it out of my head because it didn’t make sense
i cried to myself thinking i lost a prince
i thought to myself and since then i’ve been thinking about writing him a letter
found a letter to my brother that he had forgotten
i wonder if he forgot my letters? or if he still has that rock?
what a waste of a rock
what a waste of a thought
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thunder and lightning and hands in the dark
wanting to kiss by the train tracks that spark
summer days move and the year mark will follow
skateboardin grooves with a heart that is hallow
dark boys in cars and light boys in the park
punk boys with cats or with dogs who don’t bark
get drunk and smile real broad in the backseat
or sit shotgun if ur really in heat
*
henry is dead henry is drunk jom is bread jom’s a punk
i swallowed a spider, i’m hollowed, you fighter
i’m small and you’re larger, he liked henry darger
*
what i’d do for a drop of whiskey with you
i’ll tell you a thing or two
it’s one of those times
i can’t open my eyes
come by, i’m high
rolling pins on sore legs
drinking down til i’m dregs
i’m surrounded by regs
can i ride on your pegs
going home now to sleep
i want your company
let’s go bowling some day
let’s go swimming some day
*
my mouth is bleeding you’re simplified
i have a fever but i don’t mind
it’s a nice distraction from the fact that you made me cry
i’m telescoping in your mind for another lie
i’m innocent
i got no restraint
you’re jaded and you are late
it’s a nice distraction from the fact that i already ate
my tummy’s full but i’m telescoping for another plate
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who’s gonna kiss my tears?
everybody disappears
cometbus book in hand
sometimeboy eagle lands
friends just want me for food
or weed if they’re in the mood
the rest of the time they don’t need me
i get lonely when i get sleepy
i had some dreams that came true
the dreams were all about you
can’t believe i wrote you songs
now i know i was wrong
everything about this is bad
loving you just made me more sad
don’t you wanna kiss anymore?
or do you still think i’m a chore
used to get drunk every day
now i don’t drink i just pray
that thing that you call god
what can i call it???
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