the love i have for this song is beyond words

Please release more music. Much love❤️

lyrics:
i wish it was your hair in the laundry
scented and reeking of me
i wish it was your bread in the pantry
it's long requested of me

and how would you give it up to me?
and how would you want it taken of me?

i wish it was your car in the driveway
holding the melting groceries
i wish it was your mail on the coffee table
all i have are postcards
of your view, one of you

how would you want it?

i wish you were perfect
i wish i would end it
i hope you repair from me
i wish that you hated me

and how would you give it up to me?
and how would you take it?

postcard 3.31.21

a song about letting go.

Lyrics:

You’re holding my hand 
While you’re holding my head underwater 
Did you think I wouldn’t notice?

And when the deed is done
You’ll drag me to the shore
And you’ll smile cus i won’t be hurting anymore

You’ll burry me in your back yard
Under a dying tree
And after winter, spring will come
And you’ll thank me

So I’ll help you bury the body
I’ll help you bury the body
I’ll help you bury me

we’re here at the wake
And you’re stuffing your face with cake
Then you smile and you sing “happy birthday”

Everybody’s lookin at you weird
I am and I’m not even here
Such a shame
They never found the body 

It’ll be a Closed Casket Funeral this time
Cus my face got frozen crying

And the tears still haven’t stopped
This poor tree’s roots are gonna rot away
Because of me

Cus I helped you bury the body
I helped you bury the body
I helped you bury me

Now I’ll help you dig up the body
I’ll help you dig up the body 
I’ll hell you dig me up

And I’ll help you carry the body 
I’ll help you carry the body 
I’ll help you carry me

And I’ll let you get rid of the body
I’ll let you get rid of the body 
I’ll let you get rid of me

I’ll let you burn me

It’s better for the tree

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Closed Casket Funeral

Calypso

i am willing to lie on the floor with you
are you willing to play dead with me too
i am bloody naked and bruised
and you are drinking with your buddies from duluth
hows the weather
is your brother doing any better
wheres your hide out now
heard you moved out from that side of town
and dont get me started
did you hear about brent and marcus
they killed their families in a fit of passion
last thing that i heard theyre in miami with sebastian hes being courteous 
why cant things work out like that
for us

you think love is earned
you think kisses cost dollars
yea whens it my turn
been in this line for hours
waiting to spend my cupholder dimes
waiting to catch up with this life 
that youve been leading
you say i been falling behind
and youre right i been falling behind

got a feeling 
they were never nice to you
on the playground
in your kahkis
tying your shoes
and you were toothless
ruthless confused
swinging like your daddy taught ya
bet he was proud of you
and i am proud of you

you think love is earned
you think kisses cost dollars
yea whens it my turn
been in this line for hours
waiting to spend my cupholder dimes
waiting to catch up with this life 
that youve been leading
you say i been falling behind
and youre right i been falling behind

and when you moved
you took all of me with you
all of me with you 
except the body
you left body
yea sans the body
come get the body
you forgot the body 

i am so willing 
to lie on this floor

(i am still willing to lie on this floor
i am still willing to lie on this floor)

where was i?
in the chalk outline
where was i?
probably falling behind

(where was i?
willing to lie)

mustard

my mirror pouts
shes in the bathroom 
wishing you bad news
hear she wants out
god it moves

i am impressed 
with how your atoms
arranged and compounded
perfect attempt
living proof

on your rooftop
day the earth stops
hoping the heat waves
would drown us

my Freudian slips
knows what she wants since
shes always honest
wont take the hint
won’t you loom

intense detest
with how your cells keep
regenerating
used to know them
gone too soon

on your front lawn
mid conclusion
hoping the loophole
gets exploited

you know i hate
to state the obvious
but youre a spitting image of him
may i remind you
you dont have to take the shape of
whatever youre afraid of

on your rooftop
day the gates lock
praying peter’s 
feeling lenient

were-

star tripping : kevin atwater (demo)

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Lomelda's forthcoming album, "Hannah", out September 4th via Double Double Whammy.

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