I’m trying to stay awake riding back to
The park in the trunk of a car in your jacket in your arms
Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking shit
On tall boys over tall cans in the dark
I’ve never been that good at standing up to
The way that people treat me but
I sure as hell can tell what you mean when
You're screaming at me that
I will never be able to get close to anyone as long as
I am unable to admit that they are hurting me
And I miss you more than
I miss home, let’s set fire to this car
And let the radiator blow
Meet me on the porch at 3 am to
Stomp to death the fear that lives
Beneath the floorboards of my chest
And drown it out in cigarettes
And I would love to tell you that it gets better
And it does get better but it also gets
So much fucking worse and
Without laundering food stamps railing
Xanax at the beach that town doesn’t mean shit to me
I’m fighting off sleep riding back to
The park in the trunk of a car in your jacket in your arms
Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking shit
On tall boys over tall cans in the dark
And I can’t sleep when
I’ve got somewhere to be like climbing past
Chain link fences and second chances like decolonizing my relationship with myself and with my art and with the capitalist idea I’ve got a responsibility to be productive
And I would love to tell you all the pointless shit
I did today but we haven’t talked in months and
We’re a thousand miles away from each others sunburnt bodies, smoking spliffs and climbing trees
At least that’s how I hope you will remember me
I’m fighting off sleep riding back to
The park in the trunk of a car in your jacket in your arms
Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking shit
On tall boys over tall cans in the dark
But asleep inside that notion of femininity as silence
Vulnerability or patience literally anything but violence
It’s just coercion into pacifism like:
“don’t stand up, bash back, and don’t ask questions”
'Cause you’ll uncover an objective with
A more materialist intention
And I would love to tell you all the pointless shit
I did today but we haven’t talked in months and
We’re a thousand miles away from each others sunburnt bodies, smoking spliffs and climbing trees
At least that’s how I hope you will remember me
The park in the trunk of a car in your jacket in your arms
Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking shit
On tall boys over tall cans in the dark
I’ve never been that good at standing up to
The way that people treat me but
I sure as hell can tell what you mean when
You're screaming at me that
I will never be able to get close to anyone as long as
I am unable to admit that they are hurting me
And I miss you more than
I miss home, let’s set fire to this car
And let the radiator blow
Meet me on the porch at 3 am to
Stomp to death the fear that lives
Beneath the floorboards of my chest
And drown it out in cigarettes
And I would love to tell you that it gets better
And it does get better but it also gets
So much fucking worse and
Without laundering food stamps railing
Xanax at the beach that town doesn’t mean shit to me
I’m fighting off sleep riding back to
The park in the trunk of a car in your jacket in your arms
Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking shit
On tall boys over tall cans in the dark
And I can’t sleep when
I’ve got somewhere to be like climbing past
Chain link fences and second chances like decolonizing my relationship with myself and with my art and with the capitalist idea I’ve got a responsibility to be productive
And I would love to tell you all the pointless shit
I did today but we haven’t talked in months and
We’re a thousand miles away from each others sunburnt bodies, smoking spliffs and climbing trees
At least that’s how I hope you will remember me
I’m fighting off sleep riding back to
The park in the trunk of a car in your jacket in your arms
Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking shit
On tall boys over tall cans in the dark
But asleep inside that notion of femininity as silence
Vulnerability or patience literally anything but violence
It’s just coercion into pacifism like:
“don’t stand up, bash back, and don’t ask questions”
'Cause you’ll uncover an objective with
A more materialist intention
And I would love to tell you all the pointless shit
I did today but we haven’t talked in months and
We’re a thousand miles away from each others sunburnt bodies, smoking spliffs and climbing trees
At least that’s how I hope you will remember me
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