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My Friend Frida Kahlo
06:27
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now that my comic book years are done
i'm only getting drunk on the weekends
no more special six issue mini-series runs
i'm only spendin money on reasons to wake up
i'm sick of indie films,
and i'm sick of floral skirts,
i'm sick of faux malaise
wanna give a shit about anything else
than what she'd like
i'm sick of losing common ground
bury my nights
cause i'm worn out
i'm worn out and i
can't be bothered
i'm done treadin water
and i'll sink to the bottom of the bottle
with my problems
i'm gonna work on them for you
i don't deserve it, it's true
i spent all summer pacing back and forth
tryna stake a claim on your heart's porch
the same day i watched you graduate
i found you cryin by the tennis courts
so what's the point of staying grounded for,
if i'll never feel it like i did before?
when grief is something that you calculate, oh god
i'll let it spill from every pore
i'm worn out and i
can't be bothered
i'm done treading water
and i'll sink to the bottom of the bottle
with my problems
i'm gonna work on them for you
i don't deserve it, it's true
it was that pain to which you could relate
when it was us against the human race
and the only times i really felt in love
were the points at which we'd separate
it's the same dream that i have every night,
of the apparatus gleaming bright
with a single push i could disintegrate
every living thing in sight
so i'll point the death ray up
and aim it at the sun
goodnight to planet earth
goodnight to everyone
this time i won't wake up
now that my comic book years are done
i'm only getting drunk when i need it
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Get Lucid!
05:07
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woke up with your fingers in my mouth
you know it's all I think about
the sweetest taste I ever found
I wonder if you see your dad in dreams
it's his heartbeat that you keep
in between anxieties
i'm content to sink into the gaps b/w your teeth
and I've seen the pictures time and time and time and time
again
things were different back then
things were different back then
it's my cold reflection and
i am refracted, i'm stretching and scratching
and since i dropped acid now not that much has changed
a beat up copy of the little prince
you say "i think i've heard of this" in between tears
was where you disappeared,
there's a hole where a rose is supposed to go
there's a hole
I still find things to blame on you,
might as well be screaming in an empty room
it's so strange to think that you had changed
while i was standing still
every single part of me that's not you
will separate entirely what time won't heal
and it keeps getting better
you know we've seen harsher weather,
the past is losing all of its appeal
every time i look at you, it's unreal
with your frozen bedroom laughter trapped on camera's reel
and i will keep returning until this thing ceases hurting
i fell asleep with you behind the wheel
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