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I’m trying to stay awake riding back to The park in the trunk of a car in your jacket in your arms Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking sh*t On tall boys over tall cans in the dark I’ve never been that good at standing up to The way that people treat me but I sure as hell can tell what you mean when You're screaming at me that I will never be able to get close to anyone as long as I am unable to admit that they are hurting me And I miss you more than I miss home, let’s set fire to this car And let the radiator blow Meet me on the porch at 3 am to Stomp to death the fear that lives Beneath the floorboards of my chest And drown it out in cigarettes And I would love to tell you that it gets better And it does get better but it also gets So much f**king worse and Without laundering food stamps railing Xanax at the beach that town doesn’t mean sh*t to me I’m fighting off sleep riding back to The park in the trunk of a car in your jacket in your arms Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking sh*t On tall boys over tall cans in the dark And I can’t sleep when I’ve got somewhere to be like climbing past Chain link fences and second chances like decolonizing my relationship with myself and with my art and with the capitalist idea I’ve got a responsibility to be productive And I would love to tell you all the pointless sh*t I did today but we haven’t talked in months and We’re a thousand miles away from each others sunburnt bodies, smoking spliffs and climbing trees At least that’s how I hope you will remember me I’m fighting off sleep riding back to The park in the trunk of a car in your jacket in your arms Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking sh*t On tall boys over tall cans in the dark But asleep inside that notion of femininity as silence Vulnerability or patience literally anything but violence It’s just coercion into pacifism like: “don’t stand up, bash back, and don’t ask questions” 'Cause you’ll uncover an objective with A more materialist intention And I would love to tell you all the pointless sh*t I did today but we haven’t talked in months and We’re a thousand miles away from each others sunburnt bodies, smoking spliffs and climbing trees At least that’s how I hope you will remember me
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