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I smoked you like a joint
Burnt you to a crisp.
Amber waves of grain.
I snickered at your lisp.
What a cool July night.
I'm cowering to your right.
Drive slow underneath the lights.
You are my Roxanne.
On a cross you sit.
I slither in a slit.
I have become your veins.
I see your pitch black secrets.
In harmony.
We feel release.
Said goodbye to your cat.
Hope she's at least at peace.
One last big lullaby.
So go to sleep.
It's not a funeral.
It's what I need.
Slid into a bar that was dark and wet.
A nice cool cave to die in.
I'll play buck hunter with my companion.
And I'll throw up when I get home.
Alone.
I don't want to be with me.
I'm disgusted but I get it.
You were my blue heaven.
I wrote a few notes.
Bought the pen and paper from Walgreens.
Wrote it while shaking in my car.
Against the steering wheel.
Fats domino crooned gently in the background.
I thought I'd buy a ring.
Yeah I wrote a few notes.
You'll never read them.
Because you'll never see them.
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Kid Cuisine
03:04
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Mouth full of your hair.
Strands swam between my teeth.
Frozen like a TV dinner.
I am such an idiot.
Walked to my car in silence.
July felt like December.
And in the form of a text
I tried hard to remember.
I wasn't your cup of tea.
I couldn't be what you need.
I was an astronaut.
And you were somewhere along the sea.
I am a fucking ghost.
Hovering over your bed post
Can't you feel me?
I skipped across the fan blades.
After years we will forget.
Countless hours swapping spit
Smoking weed and getting over it.
It's therapy for stupid kids.
I still love everyone.
I owe you everything.
You made my energy,
You gave me words to sing.
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Season 1 Episode 6
04:28
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I left your sweater in the dryer
it shrank so small
like a puppet or doll
it's not that I have nothing left
but it's one thing less
of things in your chest
it's not the best
we take what we can get
the pieces of you
that we kept
watched season 1 episode 6
cause I saw you watching it
I went to see the evil dead
cause that's what you would've wanted
I have a few of your possessions left
the Simpsons vhs set
I know why you left
you and your tortured head
I know what's left of you:
no physical evidence
Im not sure what's left of me?
you never wanted to see
what you were going to be
and that's okay with me
You decided to flee
with a gun by a tree
you never can see
what became of me
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Tim- Bass/Vocals
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Andy - Guitar
Gavin - Drums
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