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CBMC - DRUNK TXT ROMANCE

CBMC - thought u were better than that

CBMC - Life Time Warranty

CBMC - Don't Go

and every time you tried to wash me away 
it felt like stolen arms and keys
it felt like winter the year prior
i was never told that going over seas opens your eyes
to new ideas, ones that did not include me slightly
and i’m sorry for hanging so longly on that branch
unripe bites, i took too many
guess i didn’t take it lightly
and here i am,  i’m growing, i am growing
shedding my old skin when i spit out the shit that i’ve been talking
(i want flowers on my arms, down my legs, wish they could hold me.
sometimes i hold my toes when i am cold.)
i am growing, i am growing, i am growing, i am growing, i am growing
philadelphia, don’t you haunt me

CBMC - Philadelphia, Don't You Haunt Me

anabelle, baby’s room

find the light, turn it off

i am old

settle me down

in a tiny house



you'll find me in cracks of sidewalks we built

i find solace in the states we’ve both lightly brushed 



anabelle, chiming words to

the songs we once sang

i am old

teach me how to love soft

your thumbs inspire me

CBMC - states

Cyberbully Mom Club - U Took 9 Addies (Ur My Friend Forever)

cyberbully mom club // shaky lips

CBMC - Make Time

recollect every thought that’s made my heart beat easy.

like staring at the same spot, everything gets glazey

and i can’t dig deeper if i don’t know where to start 

i keep telling myself i’ll sit down and record

sit down, sit down. stay down, stay down 

sit down sit down, stay down

every thought is a yearning when i sit down, i can’t stay

 i get mad when i calm down, need a habit every day

i need a wheel to spin, i need some trails to pace. 

i need some north, you can spit me out in the south

i step over petals, soft and rotten like your mouth

and places, they’re far for nothing to come out

like the old republic, tired, wild sneaky legs

we slept under lilacs, fell asleep in daisies

like homes

and me, 

i would sit under this tree with you, and me

that’s what i think about when i stay down.

(that's what i think about when i stay down, stay down)

that’s what i think about when i’m spinning.


CBMC - old republic, tired

CBMC - Smking to Dth

I'm Tired And I Hate This Song And I Also Want To Be A Boy- Cyber Bully Mom Club

(we got something to say, always) 

i can go to georgia and talk to james oglethorpe 
ask him 'what’s a peach to a peach?' - bet he’s a fucking dork 
i could tell a story with all these rag-times 
i could write a story from all these good times 

i found a nickel at the foot of the blue ridge mountains - asked if five cents was enough to buy my love back from the dead. but peter said there’s not much left, yet a penny for my sentiments, 
but i could love like a rolling stone, 
make a peach pie for my mom back home

Peach To A Peach

DATEWORK - Stay With Me

everything leads back to california
like all the waiting in lines. they don’t want to know you like that. i say “my darling, "you say “my darling"
and we laugh like fools

you don’t even sort it out. and i don’t got it all
but i say it all
all the way down to the diner on 9th
i got some things in my pocket
i got a locker, i don’t know how to lock it
what’s in the bottle?
what’s in the bottle?
just coke from the mall


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