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Glass House
04:22
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We can talk it out
Come over I’m just a stone’s throw
From your glass house
Or leave it in the past
Whatever you wanna do goes
I learn fast
But who’s to say that I got fucked
A games a game and luck is luck
I’m not a loser
I’m a winner in a rut
Then the line gets pretty thin between
The ego and the self esteem
If he thinks I’m duplicitous he’s right
What’s a person
What’s a body
What’s the takeaway tonight
Can’t be sure
If I’m bad and
You’re bad then
One of us is better
Just laugh
It’s good practice
Punish me it’s funny when I’m small
And my fault
Every other dream
You get me in a corner
Face close
Bared teeth
Not a lot to crack
The symbolism’s thin
At least I
Have that
Think of all the times that he
Insisted he would die for me
To satisfy a complex I can’t name
A bullet aimed between my eyes
A sideways slow-mo sort of dive
He couldn’t be my martyr but we tried
Oh Annie and the narrative
They told him I would write
How’d I do
If I’m bad
And you’re bad
Then one of us is better
Just laugh
It’s good practice
Punish me it’s funny when I’m small
So I’m told
If I’m bad
And you’re bad
Then one of us is better
Just laugh
It’s good practice
Punish me it’s funny when I’m small
So I’m told
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2. |
Glitch
03:13
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Tell the doctor I don’t smoke but
That’s not exactly true
I like to light the camel ones
But just because I think the camel’s cute
And that’s it I swear to god
She can’t see my fingers crossed
I’m holding them below the desk
Plus audio is on but camera’s off
Five dollars for the coffee
One dollar for the tip
Six bucks for milky water and I only take a couple sips
And simulation theory
Is religion for sociopaths
I watched a doc, it really scared me
I can’t get those 90 minutes back
If we’re all 1’s and 0’s
Why do I feel so blue?
Who cares if it’s constructed
I’d still die if I jumped off the roof
The shower turns my shoulders red
The Ativan takes off the edge
I’m freaking out and fine again
Again
Pick apart the weekly panic
Let the suffering unspool
Progress is well and good
But need my therapist to think I’m cool
And be my lawyer’s favorite client
Sweep the broker off his feet
All I want’s approval from the people who I pay to talk to me
Used to be a kid
Careful, optimistic, pure
I guess I’m still a kid but just acquainted with mortality some more
Look in the mirror for
A half an hour making sure
There’s blood under my skin my head is spinning
Then my cheek’s against the floor
The shower turns my shoulders red
The Ativan takes off the edge
I’m freaking out and fine again
Again
The 1’s and 0’s itch my eyes
A flaw in character design
I’m such a clever story line to write
At least I have the camel ones to light
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Seeds
03:03
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I’d like you to apologize in cursive in between my thighs
I know, you have, but now it’s not enough
Forget I’m doing better than I was back when I said
What I said and let it out
Forget the bedspread, and the carpet, and the couch
Cracked in half and let spill out the seeds
I’m pretty sure you stained your fingers purple on me
Yeah
Tell me what’s to miss about the way I looked at you outloud and
Waited ‘till the worst of us weighed in
Comically redundant and there’s nothing to unpack
Take it back and let it go
Forget the lyrics, and the music, and the show
Cracked in half and let spill out the seeds
I’m pretty sure you stained your fingers purple on me
Yeah
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4. |
Souvenir
02:45
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Here cause it feels alright
I’ll forgive my body in your basement tonight
Separately I’m struggling and standing at the sink
I deserve whatever hurts I think
Canonize his breath
He can’t hear the snakes despite his head against my chest
I’m the bathroom mirror
I’m the walk back into bed
And yes, I know exactly what comes next
So have me again then
Wow I don’t wanna get dressed
It is what it is
Soft and sweet and meaningless
Don’t forget that I was here
The soreness in my legs: a souvenir
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5. |
Why We Met
02:53
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You’re looking up
And I’m looking at your neck
Tilted back
Clock the curvature
The bottle starts to sweat
You’re scared of leaving
And I wonder why we met
Lift the bottle to your lips and tilt it back
Clock the curvature
From your chin down to your chest
You’d never tell me if you wonder why we met
I don’t know how to love you
I don’t know how to love you
I don’t know how to love you, no
Turn to face me
Lift the bottle
Tilt it back
Almost ask you if you wonder then
The moment’s passed
Turn to face me
Lift the bottle
Tilt it back
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Annie Blackman Montclair, New Jersey
singer-songwriter
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