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Lyrics:
Stella, I am in love with your brother
It’s a secret though
You can’t tell no other
Did you see me at the baseball game?
When he threw that pitch
I was smiling
I am trying to grow closer with your mother

And if he’s anything like you
He probably drinks coffee
In late afternoon
And blames insomnia
On genetic disposition
If he likes the music that you do
He probably knows all the words to
1989 deluxe edition
And his face reminds me of yours
What more could I ask for?
It’s true
Hey, Stella
I think the one I love might be you

Stella, does he think about me too?
I’ve memorized the posters in his room
Although I’ve never been inside
I’ve caught a few glimpses
When I’ve walked by
It looks just like yours
Only blue

And if he’s anything like you
He probably has read
Everything to do
With Percy Jackson
Like 12 million times
If he likes the movies that you do
He probably knows all the lines to
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
And his face reminds me of yours
What else could I ask for?
It’s true
Hey, Stella
I the one I love might be you

Ooo oh, ooo oh
Ooo oh

And I’ve tried to write his name
In my diary
And in the corner of every homework paper
I’ve turned in
But the pen disobeys me
I write the “S” unconsciously
And my mind turns back to you again
Stella, Stella
What should I do?
Stella, I’m in love with you
But oh, you’re my best friend

If he’s anything like you
He’ll probably text me everytime
That there’s a full moon
And warn me when
Mercury’s in retrograde
If he likes the tv that you do
He’ll probably make direct quotes to
Gilmore Girls
And think Lane should have ended up with Dave
And his face reminds me of yours
What else could I ask for?
It’s true
Hey, Stella
The one I love might be you

Ooo oh, ooo oh
Ooo oh
And Stella said she loved me too

Stella’s Brother (demo)

Mitosis

I'm back on my eldest daughter bullshit
Drawn towards broken people like a magnet
Pull out my tool kit
Hammer you back into place
Proficient in tension headaches and white lies
Grind my teeth even at night
Draw lines in the sand
Just to watch them wash away

Want everyone to adore me even though
People's emotions are out of my control
Smothering fires
Letting flames claim my hands
I would do anything to be needed
Over and over again

I'm back on my routine loving bullshit
Pamper myself with meticulous habits
Cling to what I know like a golden safety net
(Ah)
Caffeine and praise like wind in my sails
Trying and failing to quit biting my nails
Keep moving to silence the voices in my head
(Mmm)

Want everyone to adore me even though
People's emotions are out of my control
Smothering fires
Letting flames claim my hands
I would do anything to be needed
Over and over again

Bring me your battled, your bruised, and scarred
Florence Nightingale to your broken hearts
Bring me your bleeding
I'll stitch it up with a bow
Tugging at the sword in the stone
The dormant hero in me is yet to be known
Dying to prove myself again but I don't know how
Wanna lay my weapons down
Lay my weapons down

Want everyone to adore me even though
People's emotions are out of my control
Smothering fires
Letting flames claim my hands
I would do anything to be needed
Over and over again

Eldest Daughter

Lyrics:
I’ve been missing appointments
And birthdays and sun sets
I’ve been watching too many movies
That do not pass the Bechdel test
And that makes me feel
Like I am a bad feminist
But I pirate them
So that makes it better, I guess

I’ve been trying to soul-search
And write more and destress
I’ve been clinging to hope
Like a guard rail, like a life vest
And I’ve been asking everyone,
“How long do you think the ache will last?”
They don’t know yet

Can something be prescribed to me?
I don’t like getting high but there’s
A game of operation in my skull
The bittersweet, the apathy
The backup plans, and stolen dreams
I’m trying to see the genius of it all

I’ve been losing my balance
My cellphone, and good sleep
I’ve been googling
“The best manifestation techniques”
And I’ve been taking quizzes
Based in pop psychology
And they’re always a letdown
But I’ve never been easy to please

I’m steeping in anxiety
I’m teetering on the tightrope
And I’m waiting for the moment when I’ll fall
The bittersweet, the apathy
The backup plans, and stolen dreams
I’m trying to see the genius of it all
I’m trying to see the genius of it all
I’m trying to see the genius of it all

But I’ve been missing appointments
And birthdays and sun sets
I’ve been watching too many movies

Bechdel Test

I should probably drink more water
I should probably fix my posture
And my two pills a night
Feel like too much and not enough
I'm just trying to be a good daughter
In Vermont I feel like I'm an imposter
My drawbridge is coming down
And this heatwave is burning me up

The right side of my bed
Feels better than the left
And I feel like the worst
If I'm not the best
I keep burning my own bridge
Whether I lose or win
I'll always wish
I had more to give

If only I wasn't such a flight risk
If only I could settle down and mean it
Is this emptiness what people call their twenties?
No I'm not afraid of bruising
But I'm a coward in the face of losing
"Fuck a quitter"
Says a wanna be winner
Who can't stop running

The right side of my head
Feels better than the left
And I should let this go
But I haven't yet
I keep burning my own bridge
Whether I lose or win
I'll always wish
I had more to give

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

More to Give

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lyrics:

I kinda hope the billionaires will stay in space And I hope that I will finish my degree
I look so much like my father
It’s like he hit copy and paste
And I stole my mother’s personality

I’ve been reading romance of late Hoping I can scrounge some faith But all that I’ve found is I’m alone I should’ve known
That I’m prone to feeling strange Up and down and out of place
I just want one thing to call my own Call my own

My little brother is three inches taller than me And he just knocks whenever I sing too loud I think high school might’ve been
A fever dream
I’m so much better that it’s over now

I can feel my morals sink in
Dig their claws under my skin Whenever I fall prey to jealous doubts I know all about
Being prone to feeling strange
Up and down and out of place
I just want one thing to call my own Call my own

I never claimed to be an old soul
My wisdom comes in turn
And I think I’ve over thought
Every lesson I’ve ever learned
I keep my chin up and my head down
I hope karma comes around
And I hope that I’ve done good enough To be happy with how things turn out

I’ve been reading romance of late Hoping I can scrounge some faith But all that I’ve found is I’m alone I should’ve known
That I’m prone to feeling strange Up and down and out of place
I just want one thing to call my own
Call my own

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