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i did it again. i was the wrong girl again. now there's your hand like a soft shell held only inches away, like what they call the rare bird.
i saw the game in a glass house when I was eight. those birds force themselves upon their mate. they don't have to, they just do it anyway.
my teenage body is no good. its natural smell is too crude. she wears the perfume of mexican birds. you go to her in humble missionary with me lying there next to you.
i saw the game in a glass house when I was eight. those birds force themselves upon their mate. i didn't have to watch, but I watched anyway. across our bed, i see the game properly played. a second set of eyelids pull back and for her he shows his face, and i wonder if such a creature entered me anyway.
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you erase me
02:53
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was just a blank page. i was just an empty space. you write me in and then you cross me out. you ink me in and then you blot me out. you erase me.
the things you do in my head, they erase me. and the things you do in my bed, they erase me. you erase me.
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the love you give
06:28
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the love you give to me is not the love i give to you.
you go out sexing. i raise our child. you go out sexing and i clean the house. when i see you, my heart rises. when you see me, your heart sinks. my heart rises like hot air and just like hot air, there's nothing on really there. your heart sinks like a torpedoed supply ship and just like a supply ship it had all we could ever need.
the love you give to me is not the love i give to you.
i'm still in love with you. you're just in love with yourself. i wish i had the strength to love someone else. when she's on top of you, do you still think of me? when she lies next to you, do you dream of me?
the love you give to me is not the love i give to you.
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inamorati anonymous
00:43
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suck it
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i get told now under certain spotlights i resemble the devil. funny, this ability to scare small children when all i want for is any.
the moulded over mask from my dressing up box has become close as spit to my ten.
nowadays i've got my own money to buy an umbrella, take charge of the weather, but the rain spits harder than ever. i'm still scared of thunder. my body still seeking shelter of any.
if your hair is still sweet, suck it. if your sun is still sweet, lick it.
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the last of my love
03:52
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you don't speak. not to me. you don't speak to me anymore. no, you don't speak and lying beside me is my new friend asleep. all she wants is to love and to be loved by me but that is something i could never do because i gave the last of my love to you. and though i kissed her as though she meant everything to me that i had always wanted to mean to you, in my mind i replayed our final scene again like a detective searching for clues. what were you trying to tell me? what was i trying to tell you? and we wept as we screwed. we wept as i gave the last of my love to you. oh, those soft and hidden parts of you i want to know again: the feel of you when you're ready to consume someone who knows how to say your name but we don't speak. we don't speak and lying beside me is my new friend. all she wants is to be loved by me. now she stirs, smiles sleepily, says 'hello you', not knowing i gave the last of my love to you.
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superman
03:05
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i've got a woman on my back and a baby on the way. lord knows this wasn't how i planned to spend my days. everyone wants a piece of me and i give 'em what i can.
i'll drive you anywhere. i'll charge a pittance as the fare. i just want to get away. shut my eyes and keep the world at bay. everyone wants a piece of me and i give 'em what i can. i'm superman.
just wanna roll me a joint and watch the world go by but that ain't my lot and i gotta get to staines by five. everyone wants a piece of me and i give 'em what i can. hell, i'm superman. i can do all the things i swear i can. i'm superman.
don't expect me to stay long, i've got too much going on. got a few more weeks to go til i'm tied down off the road. i'm superman.
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learning being loved
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chemicals
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the chemicals from inside me climbed up your jumper sleeve. with our own chemicals, we can feed a fellow human animal.
birthday, jelly bright, heaven's kite, discs of light from before the word, before the stupid word.
eat these chemicals, they fall from the first fruit. eat these chemicals.
my body is nothing but food for you. your skin has an appetite. these cells bloom so briefly.
eat these chemicals, they fall from the first fruit. eat these chemicals.
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Becky Becky
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