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Fixer Upper
01:22
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My hand smells like gasoline
The cat is purring on my cheek
My skin is falling off
I am molting a new color
Growing a bit better now
Eating without frowning now
Going to the doctor now
Car is moving super fast
Trees have turned into cartoons
Bumble bees make a sweet hum
Tripping over my own shoes
Singing a bit louder now
Going to the doctor now
Telling mom I love her now
Got melon seeds in my hair
Rainbows tickling my toes
Easy goes it easy goes
Easy goes it easy goes
Tattoo moms words on your wrist
Things are going okay now
You are going home right now
Putting band aids on my cuts
Even the ones on my cheeks
It doesn't matter if
Clothes aren't fitting right
They'll love you anyway
Stick a funnel in my mouth
All you get it is honey now
I don't need my umbrella
Anymore
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2. |
Blossom
01:54
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The earth is breathing
But I am not breathing
I slept till one o'clock in the morning
Maybe if I could relax a little I would not be in mourning
Of my sanity
Every day I look in my vanity
And say who is that who is that
And what is she doing
What are all the odds and the chances
That I could be
Any less me than I am now
The flowers are growing
But they are not showing
Direction in which I should be going
Maybe if I could relax a little I would end up knowing
Where I should be
Every day I look to the swaying trees
And say who are you who are you
And what are you doing
What are all the odds and the chances
That I could be
Any less me than I am now
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3. |
Too Hot In Here
01:35
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I'm melting away
Pour me down the drain
Empty flower pots
Make room for the rain
Don't yell at the man
Who slipped on the train
We all stain our shirts
Purity is hard to maintain
Oh
Oh what do I do
With an empty house
I will ignore you
And sleep on the couch
Scratching my head
And I find nothing there
Hand swings through the air
Existence is intangible
Until you realize
That your four fingers
Are your only friends
And they can create
And they can still give a pat on the back
To the one who saw it through
That's you
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4. |
Frogger
01:37
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Sometimes I look under the bricks
For worms and let them squirm in my hands
Living things make good friends
When they can talk like you can
These blueberries are the size of my eyeballs
What if I could shrink you to the size of my eyeballs
You could sit on my pocket lapel
Looking into your old house and seeing it just the same
I always loved when time feels like a dream
Take this in take this in take this in
And take in everything around you
Remember this remember this remember this too oh
And see if there is any correlation about it later
Take a bath twice a day
And I feel a lot better
You know I
Babtised myself 57 times this year
I'm a new born baby
Most of the time
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