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intro: beautiful
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pleasure freckles
the tree
eat your lover
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intro: beautiful
i wish i could pinpoint the day i knew i was beautiful
or maybe i just mean when i relearned it from my youth
it wasn’t the day that i met you
or the day i turned 22
i wish i could pinpoint the day i knew
i walk to the window, i feel your heat on the glass pane
i’m walking through reverb, cycles, drifting between lanes
i want to reverse you, invent you, til i have something i could lose
i wish i could pinpoint the day i knew

turn your sound on
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oh, my corners have all grown dusty
ooh, ooh, ooh
oh my heart valves have all grown rusty
ooh, ooh, ooh
turn your sound on
I can’t beg anymore
I cant make you want to
I can’t make anything,
Just manifest endlessly
So when I send you clips of my breathing
ooh, ooh, ooh
So when I skip out on reading
ooh, ooh, ooh
turn your sound on
I can’t beg anymore
I cant make you want to
I can’t make anything,
Just manifest endlessly
i want you inside
but there’s an ocean between
call it a pipe dream
dip it in whipped cream
turn your sound on
i can’t make you want to
manifest in me

pleasure freckles
i’m sitting here freezer burned, baby
but inside i’m still sweet
inside i’m all cream
you’re laying there pleasure-freckled, baby
yeah inside we’re still sweet
inside we’re all cream
inside
you said if you could fix my trembling
you would
and i had to cry, oh
i had to
i had to cry, oh
i had to
i’m sitting here freezer burned, baby
but inside i’m still sweet
inside i’m all cream
inside
we’re laying here pleasure-freckled, baby
yeah inside we’re still sweet
inside we’re all cream
inside

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the tree
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i fell out the tree
bleeding out in shallow water
now you’re holding me
and my hips, still ain’t recovered.
the asymmetry
works against me
but you’re digging in my flesh and making blessings of my messes
i’m soft whispering
‘cause the scars wear me like garters
and i want to be
on your mind, watch you fall harder
than with gravity
works against me
while you’re digging in my flesh and making blessings of my messes
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i fell out the tree
and i told you in the shower
you looked right at me
while your blood wouldn’t recover
the tranluscency
bleeding overseas
while you’re flinching in your rest and masking tensions of your methods
i want everything
but your deadline lingers lower
than i want to see
and i think that you know better
when you’re listening
harmonizing me
want you digging in my mess and making fleshes of my blessings
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eat your lover
we don't consume culture together
only apart
too busy exhuming each other
bodies as art
my friend he crooned,
“you know, don’t you?
when the class war comes
it’s him you’ll consume.”
i said, "maybe he’d want me to."
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i'm tired of making out with statues
they know their lighting, yeah, I got you
i’ll wander home alone without dew
flowing underneath where i knew, i knew
we could never land.
finding timing in the sand
dripping, dripping,
sipping your face
mending your lace
dripping, dripping,
sipping your face
mending your lace

