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lyrics
i hate love songs, i love hate crimes
why do they always forget my sauce packets?
are you having fun with your new step-dad’s gun?
it’s not loaded, but i know where the bullets are
do you know that feeling that you get when you try to stop a microwave
right before its microtimer waves goodbye?
in the desert nothing matters, hearts are thumping and clothes are tattered
cacti arms are apathetic, i shaved my pits and i don’t regret it
nail polish on my pinky toe; its flaking off and i just don’t know
what color i will paint them next; i’ll ask my mom through cellular text
but my battery’s out of charge and my father, still at large,
used to make us call him sarge, never told us ‘bout his scars
do you know that feeling that you get
when you burn yourself to feel the pain
but to your surprise it doesn’t burn at all?
took all the strength that i could muster, drivin’ round and huffin’ duster
they put me in intensive care where they asked about my arm-pit hair
i’m pre-op i won’t stop ‘til i’m post-op with or with out your cooperation
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