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Out of the Frying Pan

by passion fanfare

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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
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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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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

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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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