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Sticky sticky summer sweet // on a hot and crowded street
Carnival lights glow behind without betraying the person inside
"So why do you look so good?" // I admit it's not much of a line
But then again it doesn't take much // to buy a little of my time
Dancing with strangers // You can come as you are
Be anyone you wanna be // no one cares who we are
It's the booze, I say, clouding your judgement, and I gesture to the drink in your hand
Music pumping, world's waiting, to find out what fate has planned
It makes me feel pretty, the way you undress me right there with your eyes
You know my body, know it's secrets, none of me is a surprise
We dance we grind you kiss my face // time passes without remark
It's just us sticky sweaty sweetly feigning forplay in the dark
No names it's better this way // you told me you're just passing through
Two lonely people who see each other reflected in each other's view
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Closet Kids
01:47
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This one goes out to the kid I saw at the Against! Me show
Underage, trans pride in hand, fights their way to the front row
I wish when I was a kid I'd known the words for how I feel
Suffering blindly in queer ignorance didn't make it less real
The closet's where I keep my dresses
The closet's where I hide my messes
There is no room left for me in there.
This one goes out to the man who told me he was gay
when we'd grown up close, like brothers, in church all the way
I was too scared to face my feelings the years before that night
but I remember we shared a couch and you held me tight
This one goes out to the first man I kissed in my own place
It wasn't the way you imagined as the tears ran down your face
I feared that I couldn't love you the way you needed to be seen
Both our parents wrote us off, broken and obscene
The closet's where I keep my dresses
The closet's where I hide my messes
No room left for me in there.
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I'm not one of those folks that uses women as cheap therapy
I'm in charge of my own brain, queen of my own destiny
But it's nice to know // in the dark and the cold
that someone out there loves you
It's easy to forget that we all have folks who care about us
They're the biggest reason why I try to keep myself alive
But it's hard to slow // my hands when I'm low
and that is when I need you
Tie me down // strap me to this bed
I don't care about what your friends said
I can't be trusted alone
I can't be trusted alone, tonight
Ozzy finished with a woman because she couldn't help him with his mind
sounds to me like she dodged a bullet, help is out there for you to find
Can't use people like that // don't try to win me back
time to call in a professional
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Meter Squared
03:23
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Let my fake tits fall out
Don’t give a fuck anyhow
It’s my room, it's my bed
I’m the lone goddamn citizen
With cables and food strung out
And boxes turned upside down
My brain needs a place to freak out
Anxiety, sobriety
And human fucking decency
Keep them out of these 4 walls
Twenty-five, don’t feel alive
Tired of wanting to die
Everyday, all of the time
Set the timer, watch it count
And peel your ass on off the couch
Need the routine to do anything
Stayed up till three again
Slept in till three again
Good night texts still left unsent
And when it’s time to be a friend
I wouldn’t question for even a second
Use these devices to take you in
And scream about shit, “I don’t know where
to begin”
I want to hold you, play with your hair
Any touch at all to tell you that I care
And maybe someday we’ll meet in the flesh
And maybe someday I won’t be such a
mess
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the bed i bought // where I sleep at night
is too big for me
i don't enjoy after a long day's fight
tucking myself in
the bed i bought // i bought for you
to fill the other side
to have a place near to me
where we could confide
now i have a bed i bought
full of empty promises and dreams
i can't send it back so
i just sleep with what that means
the bed I bought // is simple and plain
like i want love to be
i wake up alone, cold and in pain
it's too complicated
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God Bless Drunk Girls
03:02
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Sir or madam, make me choose, piss with the skirts or pants
It's hard enough to know where I belong, just wanna get back to the dance
Got my high heels on // night club dress // broad shoulders // hair on my chest
A welcoming hand tells me it's ok
God bless drunk girls! The nicest folks that you will ever know!
God bless drunk girls! A friend in need's a friend indeed for sure
God bless drunk girls
Music's loud, I'm unsure, bout how I look tonight
Dresses aren't really made for us with a bulge in our tights
This is a mistake, I should've changed, my mind starts to swirl
I misstep, trip a little, fall into a girl
In vino veritas is what the ancients say
these girls ain't been drinking wine
We're out tonight, barkeep, serve us as you may!
with friends like these watching out for me, I am feelin fine!
Closing time, and I think I'll call for my ride home
If only I could remember where I left my fucking phone
I ask the bartender, they show an empty hand
Then my new friends come outta the back, got my phone in their hands!
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Robot Civil War Chicago, Illinois
Proletaribots raising their voices in song against the capitalist machines.
Mech, Dan, and Brian speak on behalf of the robots
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