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termites
01:50
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i’ll become a big oak tree and
let the beetles eat their way through me and
when they’re done you’ll carve your name
‘cause nothing can be like it was
before i met you and i felt your touch
(you laid your eggs in my stomach)
you are just a small termite
who keeps me up, who eats me up
at night, and the light scares you away
i am brave and i am wise
but you see right thru my red apple eyes
you make me want to run and hide
but i will stand here in the sun
and make sure you’re okay until you’re done
(‘cause i’m in luv and i’m so… dumb)
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cockroach
02:28
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you can belong anywhere
effortlessly, like a sharpie mark
or a cockroach
and, yea i miss you, but
i miss everyone else too
so don’t take it personal!
tell me what you’re thinking,
what’s been on your mind!
i am the queen of guessing games
but tonight i am just tired
tell me what you’re thinking,
what’s been on your mind!
i really hope it’s me ‘cause i have
this obsession with being liked
tell me what you’re thinking,
what’s been on your brain!
i think we’ve all heard that saying:
you cannot grow without some pain
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c
02:55
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i leave things behind
so you will remember
that i am here and i am trying
i am here and i am trying
we are feathered friends with different calls
i just can’t seem to decipher yours
and while i dream of your mouth
you dream of heading south for the winter
it is so easy missing you
but it’s also really easy to
miss the sun on a cloudy day
and you know that i am afraid
of being burnt or blistered
and i have never been held or touched by anyone
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suf
02:59
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all my stories involve dead animals
and i remember when we laid together on the slide
with our backs pressed to the plastic
and our bellies to the light
don’t make homes in other people’s bones
‘cause when a storm comes you’re gonna be caught in the middle of it all
o no!
don’t find shelter in other people’s skulls
‘cause when a storm comes you’re gonna be caught in the middle of it all
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guts
01:41
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i spilled my gutz on the floor
and you just lingered by the door
as the seconds passed, i felt like
more and more
of a monster,
of a scary thing to harbor from
i was 7 when my parents moved to separate beds
and i was 17 when i realized beds
are not sacred, they’re just places
to sleep and give head
my friend says she fears that she’s no longer pure
and whether that’s true, i cannot say for sure
but i wish i could take her and shake her and say
“you will always be nothing but magic to me”
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