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I’m colder in the summer than i am in the winter
i want my headstone to be this old white printer
I want all my nights punctuated by mornings
every daybreak just gets pinker

every sunset just gets wiser
as you cough on gin instead of wiser’s
and there is no darkness, only warnings
the hollow lake needs no advertisers

i saw a life and didn’t call it shit
i just dug for a means to represent it
and in the hours spent digging the sun must have sunk
i guess the sun, too, quit.

I guess the sun, too, quit.

I grew like a bush and rotted like a fox
whether at tow hill or at the locks
i, like the water, remained so still
despite the electric shock

we had our heads down when the lightning struck
so it was only by our good luck
that we didn’t have to watch the beloved hill
burn, like memories of fucks

You slaked my thirst with Gatorade, and took me in, and got me laid,
You showed me your knife
I don’t act like I’m disgusted by the depth to which I trusted it
I guess I’m you in some past life

I guess I’m you in some past life

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from Pick Me up with Yr Suction Cups, released December 19, 2020

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OTT/MTL bardcore cosmic country freak folk -rotating band of scallywags and public servants

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