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same as the EBH version just slight revisions
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just to start this off,
this isn’t the start of anything,
just a song that i can sing to you
we’re standing in a graveyard,
a presumably dead arm
popped through the grass,
and who doesn’t talk about that
honey, you are nothing to me
alcohol and dopamine
i’m dying on the sofa
and i barely know the time
like an old man, say i reckon,
i love you for a millisecond,
but i don’t wear a watch or rolex
and my brain’s a toddler rollerskating down a hill,
i took a spill
and ran into a tree,
and suffered minor injuries
honey, you are nothing to me,
i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet
but i’m just being bitchy,
cause nearly everyone skipped over me
on our twilight hour meet and greet,
a coffee table theater scene,
but disregard the soaring chick back there in corner three, i’d rather let the poor kid sleep
but he’s tripping balls, he’s tripping testes,
LSD, post- wisdom teeth,
he got lost in the shower and he barely knows the hour
I wanna know your passwords
Without changing them in preferences
and all the childhood streets and deceased pets that they're referencing
and in the box i’ll type,
i’ll know all the numbers to try,
i wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you’re high
cause i’m in love with strangers who I’ve never even seen
and weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
i’m in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses
till I uber up a giant park and dump my body in my dorm bed
honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems.
and all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook,
that’ll turn to stark nonfiction in the time it took
for me to notice that I’m old, which means I’ll be 30 and happy
likely married to personified business casual khakis
and i’ll forget about it when i wake up late and stupid
i tried to tell the uber driver till he tried to hit it
i tried to tell myself because i’ve come this far along
carrying my zombie arm to the 15th grade prom
honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything thats thought to be so sweet
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems
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dummy parade is back, BiTcH
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perennial daisies are blooming
millennial days seem to screw me
all over, it’s a wreck
it’s not hell but it’s heck
i don’t know why i feel this bad
or why it’s coming back
I’m not immune to winter or depression
you’d think I would interpret the lesson
I’d bulldoze down the door
and get myself outside
i found a helpful number,
calling them I didn’t try, i wonder why
I’m good for hours, fine for days, but each year it'll sing that
it’s waiting in the wings
I won’t die of a dark and lightless lifestyle
anyway, i’ve got a plan, and
how many roses can I hold in a hand,
can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp?
I love the advertisements for these
I set out on assignment to see
what treatment’s best for me,
and all I want to be
is stock photography
sad lamps and blonde ladies
she’s lit up lovingly
i hope it gets her better again
i hope she calls her friends
and the scene is like the end
of ads for happy meds in which
she’s dancing and she's better in the head
I’m good for hours, fine for days, but each year it'll sing that
it’s waiting in the wings
I won’t die of a dark and lightless lifestyle
anyway, i’ve got a plan, and
how many roses can I hold in a hand,
can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp?
ooooOOoOOOoo??
Chrysanthemums pop out of my head,
a dandelion patch in my bed, I
think I’ve been dead a week
or maybe two, or fifty three
and so I died a bit again
and I think felt better then
until the sky got dyed again.
it’s baby blue, cerulean.
i don't need help, I say
i’ve cured myself today
just wait another year
I’ll probably be back here.
Just wait another
I’m good for hours, fine for days, but each year it'll sing that
it’s waiting in the wings
I won’t die of a dark and lightless lifestyle
anyway, i’ve got a plan, and
how many roses can I hold in a hand,
can I grow with a seasonal therapy lamp?
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same as EBH but the recorded version is so different from how I do it live
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Well, I took someone's advice
With a roll of each eye, she told me to sit down twice
What do you want from me tonight?
now i’m stuck losing my mind
while everyone else just thinks that i’m really shy
what do you want from me tonight?
Cause I'm invited but I'm terrifying too
And I'll sit here for a million years just staring across the room
but what do you want?
Cause I want it all -
and I'd really rather step back, but my back's against the wall
what if I'm too nice?
it’s a punch in the face to be so over polite
What do you want from me tonight?
And my voice is too high,
and it matches my head and i look like I wanna die,
what do you want from me tonight?
Cause I'm invited but I'm terrifying too
And I'll sit here for a million years just staring across the room
but what do you want?
Cause I want it all -
and I'd really rather step back, but my back's against the wall
and i’m born too tall to contort my spine into a ball
and i wanna disappear but i’m not adequately small
and I'm invited but I'm terrifying too
And I'll sit here for a million years just staring across the room
but what do you want?
Cause I want it all -
and I'd really rather step back, but my back's against the wall
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