1. |
miana
01:40
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the walls are like paper
he told his mother
none of this matters
2 months, 12 years
they're both the same, regardless
I’ll buy her dress, I’ll buy my ring
we’re a family, but I need some money
its a pool, in which I contribute
cancer or not, I’m taking care of you
Rosenaire Street, he’s costing us money
what’s his name? who is he?
thinks the air will save him
well, open your window all you want
there’s something that should be said
I’m putting something in your mothers hand
I’m putting something in your mothers hands
I’m putting something in your mothers hands
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2. |
transcripts
02:53
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I’m buying all of my transcripts
though I wrote them
don’t trust me
I’d lie to you again within seconds
I’m still trying to
I hear a kid
he’s coughing in the other room
and that’s kind of odd,
because Ann had promised
and I Drew a vow
it was vivid
I saw her dress over the table
in the kitchen
plastered in between plastic bags
her husband is fiddling with a cardboard box
in the living room
I log on my phone
to see the results
of my money spent
to save money
to pay more rent
to save of the two of them time
the time to tell me
the price of rent
I can’t think about it
what was her name?
what was her name, Brandon?
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3. |
caramel milk
02:48
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Jennifer’s dialogue
has the line wrapped around the building
looking like a tulip
my grandmother’s garden
employees of somewhere demanding something
and bees up and over and around stems of flowers
in that moment and moments after appear as before
shots of espresso
and my sisters only right to reality
blooming from the soil
her name is Sophie
and that makes all of this seem silly
naked pictures I never asked for
while eating lunch near the road between roads I used to see her
yawn in the middle of the road
there by the driveway
in which she was born, bred, died, and again born
there’s a little fence around little plants
my grandmother doesn't know who I am
but she drives me to work in the morning
and my sister is talking, but I'm done listening
I think Jennifer is talking, but I’m done listening
I’m done listening
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4. |
snake
02:54
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my suicide told the Boyers
I was right, some truth to my claims
the weather went right over my brother
on the east side of the state
well, virgins die virgins
birds fly with birds
I can’t talk to them
they make it impossible
his lust took him like it took me
emptiness in an empty sink
fast forward to the hair in the bathroom sink
I shed Light on my happiness
shows the yellow walls, and their width
tell them next door to be a little more quiet
tell that kid to stop coughing
she’s trying to make him happy
by leaving the dye on the walls of his wife's bathroom
you piss him off when he’s sleeping right next to you
that Revlon ain't you mama
the number on that paper ain't his Mama
it ain't mine, Mama
but I want it, Mama
you’re a Bitch
and he’s a man
you’re a Bitch
he’s a man
you’re a Bitch
he’s a man
you’re a Bitch
he’s a man
you’re a Bitch
he’s a man
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