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Gasoline

If You're Lonely

It's Hard To Believe But You'd Better Believe It

we’re holding up white flags
bloodied in our fangs
and I don’t know which one of you
I hate more

i’ve trudged through these snowy banks before
I know the path you’re coming down now
your teeth are rife with treachery
but you’ve exposed your belly to the beast

travel in our packs with
a fucked up hierarchy
who is last, who is first, who is a scrawny loner lurking?
punishment goes to those we think deserves it most.

bloodthirsty wolves racing through the valleys
of snow
we’re taking the long route now 
no trust between, understandably
and I won’t share what I catch
this kill belongs to me


Bloody Flags

justify your behavior
any way that you can.
I’ll justify mine with the reason that I’m lonely
and I need someone here

maybe I’m a hypocrite but you’ll never know
why I really am,  why I really am
your perception is so skewed 
but you could be right, yeah you could be right
though who knows if you are?

take care of yourself
I’ll look out for my own best interests
your own happiness rests above all
but you’re too short to reach it

reevaluate your regression 
your paranoia and passive aggression
I swear I’ll take a look at my own
and get back to you with the results


Projections

do you like the smell of me? 
would you make my scent a perfume
or am I too scary
too anxiety inducing 
to bother trying to read

I am trying to be oh I am trying to be
worth the time
don’t overlook or over analyze

unoriginal themes cloud and clutter
over used motifs just on the cover
surface, depth, common phrases
manic pixie dream fixations

it’s not that I don’t want to be your sweetheart 
it’s just that I’m feeling out of sorts
it’s not that I don’t wanna call you baby
I startle like a rabbit, I’m skittish and I’m baffled
that you might really love me


50's Movie High School Boyfriend

I can lap up attention with a sandpaper tongue
leave marks and bruises, have a little fun
but I’m lonely and distractions only last
til somebody comes and I have to leave and go back
to my normal human life

I want to sleep all day and stare at the sun
but it’s over cast and cold and scary here
so I’ll make some eyes at you and my pupils will get bigger
make some eyes at me, smile please, 
don’t give it a rest don’t leave me alone

I can get comfortable in any position
when I stretch you can feel the definition of my ribcage
and when you pet me I’ll feel a little smitten but
don’t forget I’m not supposed to care

would you give a fuck if I gave a fuck or would you
just forget it
I’m not alone in my appeal, there are thousands of people
with all my potential
would you give a fuck if I gave you a fuck 
and let you pick me up 
no I’m not annoyed but I could be

what I don’t understand is how can this be human
how can this be real when it’s this different 
how can I ignore so much when I’m touched
by a friendly hand 
how can I feel so good and bad at the same time?


Bedroom Eyes (the cat song)--crappy phone recording

in a swamp there are vines
with long wet slimy arms
that want nothing more than to
gather you up and take you away

so when you leave me behind
I tell you please be safe
I don’t know if this is the last time
I’ll see that face

your hands are so soft
and you can let the soothing muds
try to poison you
but there’s so much poison already there
it drips off slowly 

protect yourself from things
out there that shouldn’t be
we whisper secrets through megaphones
on tv screens

and I try hard, so hard
to take care of you 
I am controlling, so controlling
I’ll push you away with my slimy arms
into someone else’s slimy arms

we’re in denial if we 
continuously tell ourselves 
there are no monsters hiding in our sleeves
and furthermore that we 
do the evil bidding of their bitter pleas
we offer love and affection for a monthly fee

no it’s not pretty what we do, but it’s human
don’t you see?


Swamp Monster

I swallowed a cherry pit
hoping it was poisonous 
or maybe grow a tree in my belly

I stood underneath 
icicles hanging 
hoping maybe they’d fall 

‘cause I don’t want to eat
and I don’t want to be 
I don’t want to try
I don’t want to be here

maybe I spoke too soon 
maybe too much was said
maybe I should not have seen 
but I want you I want you I want you

I don’t want to die 
I don’t want to make you wish you were
dead I don’t want to try so hard
to win you back 
I never will

maybe I’ll embroider a patch
you can sew on your clothes
maybe I’ll mend your shirt
and you can find a way to fix me

but that won’t do, no that’s not what
friends are for, it’s not the way to
make myself feel better 
I want to breathe, I wanna let you breathe
I want to feed you cherries from my belly
but that’s not how it works

I swallowed a cherry pit
I stood underneath icicles 
hoping maybe this would end.


Ragweed&Rye