1. |
Guest House
04:46
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My blue eyed beauty returns from overseas
I want you to hold me, finally
Cause I'm certain that I'll die with you
or you will die with me
Cause we've got it all figured out, my soulmate,
there is no doubt
So I dress in white, like a stereotype
And you come back from Istanbul
You come back from Istanbul with your suitcase full
But we're in the guest house
and so that means that I am only temporary
We're in the guest house on these sheets,
when it gets late I have to leave
We're in the guest house, what does that mean?
I've read enough to know that it's symbolizing something
July heat and Christmas lights
and everything's feeling just right
you and I, we never fight
you and I, we never fight
you love me through all my pink skin
I taste my honey on your chin
your voice gentle in my ear
words tiptoeing like baby deer
there is no world outside of our own
our downfall's completely unknown
my outstretched hand holds your face
so beautiful before you made such big mistakes
But we're in the guest house
and so that means that I am only temporary
We're in the guest house on these sheets,
when it gets late I have to leave
We're in the guest house, what does that mean?
I've read enough to know that it's symbolizing something
you're a white collar, a blue blood
and I think you are my true love
but I'm in a place I cannot stay
my heart led me astray
I love all you give
but you are a trust fund kid
fuck you and your CEO dad
I love you so much and I want you bad
I am a queen at the naive age of sixteen
in the impermanence I permanently give you everything
I am a queen at the naive age of sixteen
in the impermanence I permanently give you everything
But we're in the guest house
and so that means that I am only temporary
We're in the guest house, what does that mean?
I've read enough to know that it's symbolizing something
you can see the money money money
but you'll always be a guest to it honey.... (repeats)
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2. |
Soup
03:44
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They say "what the hell, it's just her boyfriend."
But that man's a pedophile and I can't ignore him
My name gets thrown around like confetti over an angry crowd
but he had a lady and this girl's a baby
so don't try to tell me that shit isn't shady
Now he knows who I am and he knows what I did
and I know that he's dangerous because he rapes kids
You can't trust pigs, you can't trust kids
you can't give up and you can't give in
how is it that the most popular stance is defending a pedophile getting into her pants?
They say "be afraid, we have plans for you"
I'm facing state sanctioned violence and a vigilante group
I'm up against a stranger in the shadows and metal cans of soup
metal cans of soup, metal cans of soup
I cracked your code in your play
You're right; "Carly" won't apologize in anyway
oh my god, I love being shunned!
Senior year's great, yeah, I'm really having fun
I did the right thing, you ruined halloween
all dressed up in red and white
looking to start a fight
yes! Let's Netflix and bully Kelsey all night!
You can't trust pigs, you can't trust kids
you can't give up and you can't give in
how is it that the most popular stance is defending a pedophile getting into her pants?
They say "be afraid, we have plans for you"
I'm facing state sanctioned violence and a vigilante group
I'm up against a stranger in the shadows and metal cans of soup
metal cans of soup, metal cans of soup
Fuck the police and your mom
fuck the admin, they're always wrong
fuck all the fake friends who say they disagree
you can't disagree about what a sex crime means
fuck the apologists who think it's okay
and love to all of my snitches and bitches who stand up for the same
You can't trust pigs, you can't trust kids
you can't give up and you can't give in
how is it that the most popular stance is defending a pedophile getting into her pants?
They say "be afraid, we have plans for you"
I'm facing state sanctioned violence and a vigilante group
I'm up against a stranger in the shadows and metal cans of soup
metal cans of soup, metal cans of soup
yeah metal cans of soup, metal cans of soup
yeah metal cans of coup, metal cans of soup
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3. |
But I Like You
02:47
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I like how you look like you don't sleep
I know you like girls that are trainwrecks
let me tell you, I totally vibe with that
when I self destruct, join me on my war path
you don't like kisses on your neck
is it my intimacy you reject?
I don't know you well enough to like you but I like you
I don't know you well enough to like you but I like you
Oh fuck, now I fucked you, and I fucked it up
you saw me standing there in white socks
I failed you, but I totally brushed it off
sucking on a USB, talking 'bout equality
in your skinny body, totally seducing me
I don't wanna be insane, but I want you in me again
so if you're feeling lonely you can come and bone me
I don't know you well enough to like you but I like you
I don't know you well enough to like you but I like you
Oh fuck, now I fucked you, and I fucked it up
Our banter is all that I crave
both of us are hung up on somebody, so it could be a mistake
but misery loves company, so you should just hold hands with me
We shouldn't be alone or give in to our apathy
I think you should take me out, I think you should do it soon
I'm not just an open book, I'm an open wound
I don't know you well enough to like you but I like you
I don't know you well enough to like you but I like you
Oh fuck, now I fucked you, and I fucked it up
I don't know you well enough to like you but I like you
I don't know you well enough to like you but I like you
Oh fuck, now I fucked you, and I fucked it up
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4. |
Argentina
03:15
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I was like a cigarette that you stomped out in regret
you burn through us girls like Marlboro lights
you slept in my bed on an April night
I woke up in a state of fright
you said "baby, don't overreact"
but you were feeling me when my clothes weren't intact
And you said:
I wanna take you to Argentina
I'm not yet the man you deserve so I'll see ya
I wanna take you to Argentina
I'm not yet the man you deserve so I'll see ya
I wanna take you to Argentina
Your mom hugged me in the entryway
you started smoking on the first of May
you called me your cherry blossom
but I was just there so you could say you got some
I feel sick that you know me like you do
my life story in your head like glue
your palm resting on my thigh, couldn't stay here
cause you had to get high
And you said:
I wanna take you to Argentina
I'm not yet the man you deserve so I'll see ya
I wanna take you to Argentina
I'm not yet the man you deserve so I'll see ya
I wanna take you to Argentina
you said our souls were bonded together
that no matter what, they were linked forever
on top of the world, that's where they got tethered
I'm foolish for thinking life was getting better
you ended up leaving like your father, unbothered
I think of your talk of dying in the water
you believed in God, and I believed in you
but we're so naive because neither are true
And you said:
I wanna take you to Argentina
I'm not yet the man you deserve so I'll see ya
I wanna take you to Argentina
I'm not yet the man you deserve so I'll see ya
I wanna take you to Argentina...
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5. |
GWS Honors Thesis
05:21
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I'm sick of writing about boys
and how they've done me wrong
but they're just so fucking terrible
they work their way into every song
waving your liberal card,
claiming you love women who are strong
but then we start talking, and you can't keep up with me,
and we don't get along
And I hate men because they're butthurt by this statement
and I hate men because their whole gender's complacent
what I'm saying is I'm tired of being hurt
what I'm saying is you need to do more work
I'm not my fat ass, I'm not your intro class
I don't wanna process your emotions after you deposit respect tokens
and you should not be touching me unless my consent is spoken
I'm sick of going out with guys
who think they can just get between my thighs
after I have the audacity to merely be polite
And if I end up in your bed,
you're so bad at it I wish I was alone instead
I'm the MVP when I touch myself
you're some water boy who barely helps
And I hate men because they're butthurt by this statement
and I hate men because their whole gender's complacent
what I'm saying is I'm tired of being hurt
what I'm saying is you need to do more work
I'm not my fat ass, I'm not your intro class
I don't wanna process your emotions after you deposit respect tokens
and you should not be touching me unless my consent is spoken
I hate that I'm so young
cause it just makes me your practice run
yeah, seduce someone else with what I've taught you
it's nice that my pain gave you your feminist breakthrough
I'm your guinea pig in your cage
you hurt me with your virile rage
so I'm your doll and I'm your toy
while you get to be a boy
And I hate men because they're butthurt by this statement
and I hate men because their whole gender's complacent
what I'm saying is I'm tired of being hurt
what I'm saying is you need to do more work
I'm not my fat ass, I'm not your intro class
I don't wanna process your emotions after you deposit respect tokens
and you should not be touching me unless my consent is spoken
I'm aware that I'm pretty and I pull
I'm aware that getting in my pants is your goal
Harassment's not flirtation
if you're offended, well then,
take it up with the men who ruined your reputation
your guilty conscience is productive,
virgin-whore complex reductive
you think I'm some feminist radical
but your masculinity's just fragile
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6. |
A Thousand Little Deaths
02:56
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I stick my hand out the window whenever I drive now
to feel the speed we've captured with wheels
it always makes me feel free
it always makes me feel like this is living
I want to feel like this is living
I think I'm ready to be forgiving
everyone is quick to tell me how gentle my soul is
but no one ever is careful with it
he was the only one who said "this is not something to be trampled on,"
and I bloomed like that in his sun
He said, "I know you're afraid, so wake me up if you need to."
"If you want it, you know I will give it to you."
I am scared to see you next, when the new year starts to crest
will you see what I have come to see?
Will you still love me?
And you were the witness to how I cry when I finish
and if love is unconditional then why'd I ever care about that business
so if you burn it all down and you ignore the sound, well...
I want to die a thousand little deaths and one big one with you
I want to die a thousand little deaths and one big one with you
I want to die a thousand little deaths and one big one with you
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7. |
Fuck The Bourgeoisie
03:08
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Oh oh oh, I am always screaming in your room
we know it echos in the house
but we do not give a shit
because your parents are pretty chill about it
and we are seventeen and everything's a dream
and when it's just you and me I feel like everything is perfect
but when I'm eating dinner with your parents and they are going on and on
about the Dom Perignon
Well, I don't know if I can do this because...
Fuck the Bourgeoisie
Marx is my new daddy
Fuck the Bourgeoisie
I mean, I did, I did, I did, I did....
The worst I've ever felt about myself
was when I was on your private jet and everything was white
and my Bernie Sanders T-shirt didn't cancel out
that I was sitting there in the air
as people died everywhere else
and I did not look down
and that's when I thought to myself:
I don't know if I can do this because...
Fuck the Bourgeoisie
Marx is my new daddy
Fuck the Bourgeoisie
I mean, I did, I did, I did, I did....
And we get down to Lana Del Rey
and she's singing 'bout money while you are going down on me
and I know everybody always tells me I'm so lucky
but this whole thing feels like highway robbery
you give me the scraps from your silver plate
we're the Elizabeth and Darcy of the modern age
but I can't do this because....
Fuck the Bourgeoisie
Marx is my new daddy
Fuck the Bourgeoisie
I mean, I did, I did, I did, I did....
Fuck the Bourgeoisie
Marx is my new daddy
Fuck the Bourgeoisie
I mean, I did, I did, I did, I did....
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8. |
Supertragic
04:43
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I've been rocking the boat
since I sang my first note
all ye who enter, abandon your hope
people say stay away from the truth
go astray, be aloof
please speak in metaphors
that is what songs are for
don't talk about him, at least use a psuedonym
don't criticize really rich people, the church or the steeple
and can't you see your own reflection in all that you mention?
Everything I sing is so Pornographic, super tragic
Doesn't know how good she's had it
Also rich, hypocrite,
vendetta vixen, biased bitch
I know my greatest pain is my greatest privilege
I was fortunate to get fatter from your food,
I was lucky to get kissed into good moods
Oh, blessed to be near you at all,
let alone to fall in love
I didn't have to finesse that boy for money
cause my demographic's already got it sunny
I praise Daddy Marx, but my real dad pays my credit card
Still I swear I know the most
I took intro to soc
Everything I sing is so Pornographic, super tragic
Doesn't know how good she's had it
Also rich, hypocrite,
vendetta vixen, biased bitch
No I haven't had it hard, but still I nurse a broken heart
for years I've tried to heal it with art, but I know I'll never be okay
I still cry about you everyday
I'm Miss Havisham till I go grey
And isn't this how they rig the game?
Even those winning feel the pain
cause we're standing on a staircase and all we can see
is somebody has it better than me
you're above Earth in a spaceship, that was far away
I couldn't stay
But I'm still at the top of the stairs, I win no points for self-aware
But I really do wish this game was fair
Like Baudelaire walking the boulevard...
Everything I sing is so Pornographic, super tragic
Doesn't know how good she's had it
Also rich, hypocrite,
vendetta vixen, biased bitch
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9. |
Lonely Planet
04:18
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My body's a world
and I want someone to travel it
I'll hand him my heart
and I'll watch him unravel it
I don't know if he's keeping track
I don't know if I'll find someone who feels it back
my surface gets grazed by fingertips
but no one really touches me,
even if he's fucking me
I'm far, far away
and no one ever stays
Can you fall in love with a chronic nail biter?
Are you brave enough to be my fist fighter?
I want to make it to the end of the road
with you in my passenger seat
When my body stops bleeding, and your hairline's receding
Be the last hand that I hold when I'm fading,
and I'll be the gold in your arms
I've been spinning out here for a million years
alone in outer space
waiting for an astronaut to visit
and kiss my face
Marveling at me but unable to stay,
cause I'm not a hospitable world as they say
and I've had people put up their flags
but they're always red and then they never come back
Can you fall in love with a chronic nail biter?
Are you brave enough to be my fist fighter?
I want to make it to the end of the road
with you in my passenger seat
When my body stops bleeding, and your hairline's receding
Be the last hand that I hold when I'm fading,
and I'll be the gold in your arms
I've been spinning out here and it gets kind of old
the universe is harsh and I'm lonely and cold
I forget how it feels for someone to hold me close
I look into the mirror and I only see a ghost
can anybody out there love me the most?
If i can't be your home let me try to be your host
Can you fall in love with a chronic nail biter?
Are you brave enough to be my fist fighter?
I want to make it to the end of the road
with you in my passenger seat
When my body stops bleeding, and your hairline's receding
Be the last hand that I hold when I'm fading,
and I'll be the gold in your arms
I'm a lonely planet, oh my god, I can't stand it
I'm a lonely planet, oh my god, I can't stand it
When my body stops bleeding, and your hairline's receding
Be the last hand that I hold when I'm fading,
and I'll be the gold in your arms
Be the last hand that I hold when I'm fading,
and I'll be the gold in your arms
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a song is a time capsule of pain <3
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