Out of the Frying Pan

by passion fanfare

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Here are six songs I hate, for the sake of completion. Something better and a lot longer is coming soon.

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released July 23, 2016

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a bad person making bad music with all the stamina of a piece of lint.

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Track Name: Thought Crimes
I won't ever do something dumb again
I won't ever do something dumb again
except one time
your noble mind

hey there baby instrument
doesn't matter what you do
you know I'm leaving
doesn't matter what you say
I know you'll stop me anyway

oh my practice instrument
doesn't matter what I do
you know I'm leaving
doesn't matter if I stay
if you think I'm leaving anyway

I won't ever let you hurt yourself again
you won't ever let me hurt myself again
except thought crimes
thought crimes

I don't want a better one
you know I'm leaving

I won't ever have something good again
I won't ever have something good again
except one time
it's a thought crime
Track Name: Take It From Me
I remember when you told me
when you hit yourself and you're sixty three
it's gonna really hurt you
I wish I could be there to see

you break your legs and break your spine
break everything I thought was mine
forty minutes feels like fifteen
life is like a video game

I know that it's not over
'cause you'll always be a liar
so I have years left left to sift through
everything that always was inside you

too much coffee like you used to have
and you always said that you didn't get mad
but I knew what I was getting into
if I ever crossed you

break my legs and break my spine
and break everything I thought was mine
forty minutes feels like fifteen
life is like a video game

and I know that I'd forgive you
but you're garbage and I hate you
I have years left did I mention
nobody will ever get me like that again

'cause you have my goodness now
God forbid you take it from me
Track Name: I Hope Someone Remembers You
if I could just kill half of you
and leave the other half alive
so you could walk around and take phone calls
and have nothing left to hide
because I'm too responsible
to want to destroy your mind
but I'd do it
I'd do it every day if I could

my hands are shaking from nicotine
and I like them that way
I like to walk around and make phone calls
so I can fall down every day
I can barely write out sentences
so you can struggle to read what they say
because you mutter
and I can't hear you most of the time

I hope someone remembers you

I can get dressed and start a mess
but there's nothing left to see
and when morning comes they'll find me
trampling through the leaves
and maybe someone will call you up
but they won't know how to explain
and they'll stutter
and they'll stumble on their words from now on

I hope someone remembers you

if I was your secret keeper
I'd tell everyone where you are
and you're smart enough that you'd figure it out
and run away but you wouldn't get far
they'd come to your house they'd take you apart
and sell your insides for scrap metal
but you don't die, no
you don't die most of the time

I hope someone remembers me most of the time
Track Name: My Emotions, My Emotions
if getting emotional
after drinking four cups of coffee at Hamburger Haven
if that's a crime, well, you can throw me in jail
you can throw me in jail
you can throw me

Yeah, I've been drinking--drinking out of straws. I'm twenty five years old and I don't need motor skills anymore. It gets boring, okay, when I'm trying to be good, and you talk about how your feelings are hurt like mine never could be.

yeah, I'm getting emotional
after reading all of those letters from so many assholes
who won't shut up and then just threw me away
oh, you just threw me away
you see through me

I just do not get emotional anymore
'cause I decided I didn't want to get emotional anymore
yeah you know I don't get emotional anymore
oh, you won't like me when I get emotional

(Maybe I eat too much sugar and it's granulating my brain, 'cause I get like the maximum amount of sadness for the minimum amount of pain. I know I'm being an asshole but it's also really hard to be fair, 'cause everything was pretty awful and you were too good a person to be there.)

Maybe it's my bad attitude, maybe it's my bad luck, but I never met a vulture of happiness that I didn't sort of want to fuck. Yeah, the whole situation is scary, it really sucks when I'm thinking about it, but it leaves me with like a thousand excuses when I fall down crying at Grocery Outlet.

and if you get emotional
that's like the whole point
if you get emotional
that's like a gold mine
Track Name: Ice Cream Machine
I am super resistant to care
and you like the way that looks on me
the sound of me scratching you
is the only thing I ever want to do
for a week or two

you wake up all full of energy
pretty soon you're gonna be next to me

you're my ice cream machine
things are better when they're free
you're my ice cream machine
things are better

I am super resistant to care
and you like the way that looks on me
the sound of me scratching you
is the only thing I ever want to do
for a year or two

you wake up all full of energy
pretty soon you're gonna be next to me

you're my ice cream machine
you're the only one I need
you're my ice cream machine
things are better

you're my ice cream machine
you are better when you're free
you're my ice cream machine
you are better
Track Name: Hedging My Bets
I won't get sore
some people can go fifty years or more
it's only forty days

and pretty soon
my body will have all the room it needs
to fester and decay away

it's like a nicotine party in my mouth
that's headed to regions that are further south
fuck all my friends, I'll get them someday
they don't understand all the greatness that's killing my lungs

it starts out slow
finding a pack of Winstons in the snow
it seems like no one minds

and then it gets you fired
people start telling you to go outside
they'd never kiss someone who smokes

well just because you're so fucking awesome and cool
that doesn't mean I would have been down to make out with you
fuck all my friends, I'll get them someday
they don't understand all the greatness that's killing my lungs

it's like a gun
I put inside a chest of drawers to wait
till I'm sad and irate

I have this setup
so that I could drop out without having to give up
or ever explain

I'm hedging my bets
don't know if I can do it with my hands yet
Christ is risen and I am going down

I'm hedging my bets
don't know if I can do it with my hands yet
the party's over and I am going home

it's like a nicotine party in my mouth
that's headed to regions that are further south
fuck all my friends, I'll get them someday
they don't understand all the greatness that's killing my lungs