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im still lickin the roof of my mouth from where i burned it with a microwave burrito last night
its all smooth like silly putty still in the egg not like razor burns on my leg invoked in hopes of achieving something like an image only existing in my head last month i drove myself deaf blasting beach life in death on my way to pick up McDonald's breakfast every morning, a girl still in mourning, over what, she's not sure, there is no known cure for this kind of feeling, her eyes on the ceiling her head on the floor when youre in a place that dont let you lock your doors and the walls are painted blue and theres no handles on the drawers all the things that are absent make you think about the things in real life that arent heaven is a place where you can't kill yourself heaven is a place where you arent allowed to kill yourself
a little ivermectin and a whole lotta soul
hyperbolic statements about rock and roll
a good amount of aspartame, sublingual estradiol
thai sweet chili and sexuality on trial
hyperconfessional and overwhelmingly sincere
the kind of girl who vomits after one beer
truly ineffectual at righting my wrongs
i have been the subject of far too many songs
a teaspoon of lithium and a heaping of guilt
how long can you cry over spilled milk
an unspecified amount of sexual partners,
hospitalizations, half finished books, and late departures
im in love with thieves, martyrs, and farmer's daughters
expensive silks draped over cheap tights and garters
rock and roll statesmen no longer tasteful
my mottled horse brays, oh isn't this wasteful
know thyself, but not too much
as the oracle at delphi say
i know myself far too much
to believe anything that i say
now take this all as you will and write it down if you must let it supply a paragraph of your coffee table book about the interpersonal dynamics of boston based transsexual pop pariahs between the years of twenty eighteen and twenty twenty five a kinda hopeful thing i would hope it will be though i cant say ill be painted in the best light a restatement of my values to myself is all i can try for a restatement of my values to myself
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TRANNY SONG
03:07
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i did not relate at all
to the clothes i wore in some yesteryear
i did not relate at all
to the face that i saw in the mirror
it was like someone else
i just need to relate to myself
i just need everyone else
i just need a saving grace
i wish i had shaved my face
before getting on this bus
this totemic 66 bus
yeah just laden with symbols
when i look at myself i see a woman i cant do much about you not seeing the same
its all pain mitigation i cant force you to feel the same
and i never would want to
i am throwing off the safety net of my androgyny now no one can catch me if i fall
we live in a country where it is not preferable
to be seen for what you are
i am switchin off the safety now im putting lots of faith in how
little other people choose to see
plausible deniability it aint much and it dont come free
but at least its something
i just need to relate to myself
i just need everyone else
i just need a saving grace
i wish i had shaved my face
i just wanna know
are they staring because I'm a tranny
or is it on account of my unfashionable haircut
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feels like my friends are reveling in dramatic irony
feels like everyone is too scared to tell me something
feels like my life is doomed to completely collapsing
every few weeks or so
i am insane i am unloveable i am tarnished i am unfixable
i am deranged i am horrible i am stupid i am inconsolable
i am insane, and delusional
but could you say you're any better?
i wish i was a drinker so people could leave me for my drinking
instead they leave me for my complexes and constant overthinking
everything theoretical is also true
everyone revolts at the things i do
the bands broken up, everything i love is gone
now theres no one to help me sing this song
yeah the bands broken up, everything i love is gone
now im left here all alone to sing this song
SO IM JUST GONNA LAUGH
YEAH IM JUST GONNA LAUGH
OH IM GONNA LAUGH UNTIL IM DEAD
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maladjusted poptimism and interfaith healers
misplaced ironies and self conscious drug dealers
ive been building nukes in my garage just so i can decommission them
i cant live with petty insults and side eyes but that dont mean ill stop dishin em
like robery ashleys perfect lives played at 1.5 times
by a self obsessed vyvanse addict who pays tithe
to twee pop musicians who have her number blocked
like sucking cock at the slightest of whims
the present is dim and the future domt look brighter hey man wont you give me back my lighter and ill do you a favor hey man wont you be my savior i ask to anyone who looks at me a certain way cuz what else can you say to someone like me ive been barkin up a series of numbered and signed wrong trees ive been seeing things other people cant see im not hallucinating just tired of tears oh its been a long year
they all like the way i play my guitar they all like the way i make it whine
they all think im gonna be a star they all think the future is mine
they all like the way i play my guitar they all like the way i throw myself on the floor
they all think im gonna be a star they want me imaged madonna and whore
humility and grace, charity is the key
cracked leather and lace, arent you sick of me?
is this what you'd prefer
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