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YFMU
01:51
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I like the way my shitty tattoo looks
cause it's realistic, it's realistic.
I like the way that your face looks
cause it's simplistic, it's simplistic.
And I like the way you call me best friend
but now you're leaving, now you're leaving.
Mother, Father, dear friend, dearest lover
You fucked me up, you fucked me up
you fucked, fucked, fucked, you fucked me up.
They cut me off, I shut them out
I was never good enough
Oh you won't hear me shout
Mother, Father, dear friend, dearest lover
You fucked me up, you fucked me up
you fucked, fucked, fucked, you fucked me up.
Our friendship is illusion, love doesn't exist
And any family you've ever had is a lie
But you can try, oh
Mother, Father, dear friend, dearest lover
You fucked me up, you fucked me up,
you fucked, fucked, fucked, I fucked it up.
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2. |
YFMU Pt. II
03:00
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Waiting, waiting,
waiting for this to end
I'm waiting, waiting
I'm trapped in your hands once again
You are not my Mother
You are not my Father
You are not my friend
You are not my lover
You are not my enemy
You are not my God
I'm trapped in your meaty claws
I'm trapped in this town
I've spent my whole life escaping
but I have been found
I'm waiting, waiting, for you to take me away
But you're never coming are you
so much for my hopeful ways
I am my Mother
I am my Father
I am my friend
I am my lover
I am my enemy
I am my God
Do you know the pain of my past
Do you know the pain of present
Will I posion myself again today,
Will the smoke ever wash away
God if you're out there I need a lifeline
Just something I can call mine
I am not my Mother
I am not my Father
I am not my friend
I am not my lover
I am not my enemy
I am not my God
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3. |
State of Nature
02:05
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I can't believe that this is real
that people would do that to each other
that a man would run for office for laughs
that people are bought and sold and owned
I can't subscribe
to all the bullshit you prescribe
I get this feeling sometimes
& I just wanna die
when normal makes your skin crawl and you
can't find anyone to blame
we're gonna get what's coming to us
& it's no ones fault
Nature doesn't care about your president
and it doesn't care about you're baby
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4. |
Sad Waitress
02:10
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Sad waitress
won't you bring me some water with no ice
say, sad waitress won't you
sure would be nice
sad waitress
I'm immune to your melancholy tune
Sad waitress
you can call me Patricia, or ma'am
say, sad waitress frankly
I don't give a damn
I know I'm not perfect
I'm not always what you want but this
is my fucking job so lay off and wait
your goddamn turn
sad waitress, sad waitress
My car got broken into
they took all of my tips
two hundred dollars of the same old shit
sad waitress, sad waitress
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5. |
Adult Stuff
03:50
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It's okay to feel sad the world is kinda shitty but when I'm with you I feel all dizzy some how you make everything kind of okay
when I go to school I feel all shitty and I walk down the street and the wind blows through me like I'm not even there my chest feels like it's made out of something really heavy and dense and my body feels weak oh shit maybe I should try yoga once a week
smoke a cigarette to keep breathing and
look at ringo on the wall what a hunk oh
we censored putins nipples we leave our
dishes on the table
how do you do that stuff like adults do
polaroid of me I look so cute I wanna kiss me all the time you know that I'm my favorite but no ones my favorite no no no nO NO NO NOOOOO
we're translucent like the bottom of a boat in the ocean where you can see all that fish and kelp and you can know that there is so much more to know than you will ever know
baby you're the worlds best soufflé but their just not craving what you're made of
you're a delicacy for another pallette
smoke a cigarette to keep breathing and
look at ringo on the wall what a hunk oh
we censored putins nipples we leave all our
dishes on the table
how do you do that stuff like adults do
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6. |
These Days
02:48
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These days
I roll my own
cigarettes I
watch a lot
of netflix and
I eat a lot of
chocolate
I toke to
maintain
that dreamy
disconnect
oh
florescent
hallways
still toss
my mind
swimming
and I get
by via
simple
guesswork oh
these days
I'm still not perfect
these days
I'm much more cautious
& all the blood in my veins is a deeper hue,
from loving you
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7. |
Bright Lights
02:33
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did you dream of big cities
did you dream of the night
did you dream of dark days
did you dream of the light
did you dream of warm summers
did you think of winter's bite
did you dream of sadness
or did you think you'd be alright
I dreamed of some kind of life
I dreamed of so many nights
I dreamed we'd be alright
I dreamed of some kind of life
did you think of bright lights
did you dream of the sun
did you think of who you left behind
or did you dream of someone
did you see the end coming
did you call it before it was done
did you know it was time to go
or did you just want to run
I dreamed of some kind of life
I dreamed of so many nights
I dreamed we'd be alright
I dreamed of some kind of life
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8. |
I Don't Want Any Of It
03:15
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He said he "wanted to get closer"
I thought we were getting closer
he said he "wanted to get closer"
but I don't wanna get that close with you
I DON'T WANT ANY OF IT x6
He said "do you wanna come
over to my place tonight?"
he thought I was agreeing
to fuck him but I wasn't
and I didn't
I DON'T WANT ANY OF IT x6
He said
"costco sells bulk condoms for 7.95 a box but I don't want them
I don't want them
don't tell me that I'm wrong for not wanting to be touched x3
don't tell me that I'm wrong for not wanTING TO BE FUCKED
I DON' WANT ANY OF IT x6
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