sweaty

scrape (wordless)

lyrics:

such a stupid month for trumpets + sun
positively unsatisfied
the most forced ever slowdance
clutching heart as a natural pretense
we drive to supreme + stuart pays for me
a veggie burrito + a horchata + mexican tv
walking awhile + waiting for more
pace with intention to ease out the door
sacrilegiously intentionally climbing to church 
scraped up pinkies promise
it could all be much worse
as children run eights through old ankles
and remind us of all its worth
we'll keep on till tomorrow just to impress our own person into soft earth
still a stupid month all trumpets + sun
tentatively unsatisfied.

scrape (w/ words)

splits, seeds

i am healthy i am whole
i have poor impulse control

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