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thistle among roses
04:56
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Hello father figure, am I even worth the time
Hello mommy dearest, you were prettier with no spine
Now I’m a pretty purple weed
A parasite unto your breed
I’m a pretty purple weed
Disposable, a vacant seed
I am nothing special, a mediocre voice and song
I am just potential, mama always said I’d turn out wrong
She says I’m just a waste of breath
So I don’t take the church’s bread
I think too much of death
Communion wine has stained me red
Was it worth the wait
To see me on my way?
And did you hesitate
To lock the garden gate?
(Leave me here, leave me here)
Leave me here to lion an the den
And leave me here with wounds I cannot mend
Sanctify your holy vessel
Take away the weed and thistle
Bleed my mind out and make it simple
And leave me here
Was it worth the wait
To see me on my way?
And did you hesitate
To lock the pearly gates?
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2. |
daisy chain
05:10
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I keep dead daisies
They keep me company
When you leave quite hastily
When you tear your roots out clean
What do I mean?
Why suffer through me
Death unto me
I light a fire
I singe the tips off my fingers
You were the tinder
You said, “I know, I know just how to end her”
Death unto me
Why suffer through me
Death unto me
Must I be wanted to be worth anything?
Someday I’ll die; collect your own self pity
Must I be wanted to be worth anything
Must I be wanted to be
Death unto me
Why suffer through me
Death unto me
Must I be wanted to be worth anything
Must I be wanted to be
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dandelion
03:43
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This is the last song (x3)
He’s got his sapling bride
And his unfettered pride
And he’ll hold on for dear life
To his child wife
I will regret this song
As soon as it’s released
But it won’t matter long
Because now he’s your leech
This is the last song (x2)
Please be wary my dear
Of this man whom you endear
Because my darling I fear
For your number of years
Because he wasted mine
For a girl with grey eyes
He left me hollow and blind
And yet the fault was still mine
This is the last song (x3)
This is his
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ivy creep
04:32
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I wake, a bloom in your chest
I left my soul there I guess
I made a home in you
A little more than just four walls
Your melanin has raptured me
And taken me astray as roots sprawl
Ivy creep, ivy
Ivy creep, I seep a little too deep
My love, the wall I climb
Mortar and vine intertwine
I’m sorry for the mess I am
Your canvas needs no mural to stand
And lest we forget
Loving me was not your best bet
Ivy creep, ivy
Ivy creep, I seep a little too deep
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