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i am gross, i am gross
in every single way
and that’s all the thoughts
i’ve had today
i am gross, i am gross
so in my room i’ll hide
until the pandemic
subsides
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2. |
liability
01:12
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will wearing a mask
protect me from myself?
i’m a liability
i’ll have a drink, i’ll bet
send a text that i’ll regret
or read the ones you sent me
i know that things weren’t like i thought they were
do they make a mask
for the labor of love
or the heart upon my sleeve?
i want to try again
i want to made amends
so that i get the chance to leave
i know that things won’t be like they were before
i guess i thought that you’d come back for more
i know that things weren’t like i thought they were
no one goes in hoping they get hurt
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3. |
notes app
01:34
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my inner voice
it has laryngitis
i’m not brave enough to read
the notes that i have written
so i write them into songs
and move myself to brooklyn
where i hope that i will rise
from the ashes of the union pool fire
and on the lovesick moonscape
i will make myself known
and i will cry in my uber
all the way home
a little too aware of
all the things i lack
and another land acknowledgment
on a dating app
my inner voice
it seems to have ghosted
so i will block it
should it return
and call me back
when i’m asleep
ask for my secrets
when i’m 6 drinks deep
and on the lovesick moonscape
i will stay til i flee
i’ll write in my notes app
an apology
i’ll stay quarantine skinny
until our time is up
a lightly dressed salad
in a solo cup
on the lovesick moonscape
in bed i am curled
i am alone
at the end of the world
there weren’t even memories
there for me to grieve
but that’s what you’re left with
when you’re left before you leave
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4. |
hulu password
01:41
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it appears i’m still in bed
the second wave got to my head
i scroll myself awake until
i smoke myself to sleep
it appears i’m still in bed
the days all move so slow
when i delete your texts
i wonder where they go
where they go
where they go, where they go,
when i delete your texts
i wonder where they go
who knew the way that this would go
or that it’d hurt this bad
i changed my hulu password
it’s the only power i had
and that hurts
the way you just took off
at the zoom funeral
we keep our cameras off
when we mourn
when we mourn, when we mourn
at the zoom funeral
cameras off, we mourn
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anna ladd Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
timid punk
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