Put up a frame for me
Put two of them up
I might have asked you before
And I’m gonna ask you again just where everything was
And I don’t want to fight her
I don’t even want to talk
Cause if she sees me like this
With my glass half fucked
I can’t keep this shit up
Left when it was over
Right before it started
Bellowed in the halls now
Better to stay quiet
What’s the best way to let them know that I’m trash?
Do you want to come pray for me?
Before I become prey
It doesn’t matter what’s wrong it doesn’t matter what’s right
You’re gonna throw me away
All the trash that you took from me
You’re gonna pile it up
Because the love the love the love the love the love
You couldn't pick it up
These tracks are straightforward and concise, never relying on gauzy metaphors to complicate her declarations of love. Bandcamp Album of the Day Dec 20, 2017