I know what boys like
They know what I want 
They come out a night
Poison on their tongue
Skip prom, they chill out
In some girl’s backyard
They dance wild at night
Forget they’re dropouts

He’s all that is left 
All that is left
Behind
Broke what was there
Broke what was there

The highway’s backed up
And we all got out
Found our way down
To a local spot
They’re boys and they howl
Atomic bomb, they’re loud
Forget they’re dropouts

He’s all that is left 
All that is left
Behind
Broke what was there
Broke what was there
Again

Blood is his color
He wears it well
Time is a coward
Can’t you tell? 



Palo Alto

Happy Birthday, Anum! Here is your song! 

You wear your hair down
When the summer comes
The music’s playing loud
Cause you like the sound
And everybody knows your name
Before you even have to explain
Why you’re everything 

You say not too close
But you love my hugs
You can talk all night
About how you hate her guts
But everybody knows your ways
You don’t even have to explain
Why you’re a lady all the same

And some people got little to love
But you’ve got, you’ve got a lot
And some people got little to feel
But you’ve got, you’ve got me

You don’t always recall
The time of day
But I don’t mind if you remember
That I’m your bae
And I know all your games
You don’t even have to say
I luuuh you 

And some people got little to love
But you’ve got, you’ve got a lot
And some people got little to feel
But you’ve got, you’ve got me

Anum

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers, and especially, our mama!

You never taught me how to tie my shoes
Taught me to listen to radio news
Still don't know how to fold my shirts
But I know how to avoid getting hurt 

Someday it'll all make sense
All of this will be well-spent

I'm patient, I'll understand
Why you always want to hold my hand
Be patient, you'll understand
Why you'll have to let go of my hand 

Made sure all the scissors had rounded tips
Saved the sharp knives for my witty lips 
Hid all the snacks when it's time for bed
Said don't feed your stomachs, feed your head

Someday it'll all make sense
All of this will be well-spent

I'm patient, I'll understand
Why you always want to hold my hand
Be patient, you'll understand
Why you'll have to let go of your hand 

We're not perfect, but we're real
We're not perfect, but we feel 

Someday it'll all make sense
All of this will be well-spent

I'm patient, I'll understand
Why you always want to hold my hand
Be patient, you'll understand
Why you'll have to let go of my hand

Womb

They say things come in three
But not with me
Do you know just how it feels
To play chess with ghosts
Cause you aren’t real 

Tangle me, I want to see
My days, my deeds
Spent in the East
Lend me a boat,
I’ll row it home


Eastern Europe

Byrthday Parti (Demo)

XXI (Demo)

Regene (Demo)

November (Demo)

Foreign body,please abduct me
Mars has my feet, Venus, my skin
This land that I live in
Is not for the breathing
My lungs they don't function

So load the ship
Start the engine
Take me someplace
I can raise my own in
A garden not bred by the apocalypse
Load the ship and start the engine

Cosmic lover, find me cover
The earth is a mother but she's cruel to me
And the island is the prophet
We've built polluted castles
My lungs they do not function
My veins they're exhausted from the oxygen

So load the ship
Start the engine
Take me someplace
I can raise my own in

Load the ship
Start the engine
Take me someplace
I can raise my own in
A garden not bred by the apocalypse
Take me someplace 
I can raise my



Spaceship (Demo)

She's everybody's girl under her sheets she is invincible
Her tongue spits fire but her buds are dead its irreversible 
And the shadows on her lamp shades dance in the afternoon
A monster's busy making way into your room

It's sad to taste a day after you leave the sea shore
She loved a soldier once who kissed her cheek and carried her home
A candle sits where she lays in the afternoon
A child in her ear says, "I'll grow old with you."

Jezebel kiss this
Your skin is his canvas
Red lipstick, black charcoal
Red lipstick, blue powder


Jezebel (Demo)

We hold our breaths, finales and lights
Bury the finer things in life
Well I found God and you found Rum
At least if not each other we've got other things to hug

So take me home
I feel your pull

We catch our bugs and lock 'em up
To feel the finer things in life
Well I lost my child and you lost your mind
At least we have the same gem to bury in the dust

So take me home
I feel your pull

Plaster dirty faces with dirtier hands
Came to watch flowers die, to strike a wet match
Look into each others eyes to find only holes
But I like to be sucked inside if I got you to hold



The Pull (Demo)

Monday night, supermarket runs to buy
Wedding rings that turn tongues red
Sprinklers in the summer to forget
The drought that's been here since thirteen

Keep your eyes closed, there's no getting lost
There's no need for a map, just walk 
This tunnel never ends, so never look back
Find a hand, forever's long

Drunk on sleep for two days running
Across the school parking lot
To the back seat, lying with the heater on
Humming something about sleeping in

Keep your eyes closed, there's no getting lost
There's no need for a map, just walk
This tunnel never ends, so never look back
Find a hand, forever's long

There's no reason to get out of this daydream nation (give it seven minutes)
We paid rent with sun burnt skins and faces (never sleep on it)
While waiting for someone who kisses like the nineteen fifties (enjoy the weekend apocalypse)
To tell us life lasts longer than eighteen years (today we're immortal) 

Keep your eyes closed, there's no getting lost
There's no need for a map, just walk
This tunnel never ends, so never look back
Find a hand, forever's long



Sister Wife

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