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 npdCan I Get the Door for You?

Everytime I take you out, you never wanna go home
Everytime I bring you ‘round, my friends all say to go home

You say that you’re leaving
To hold my breath
‘Cause it’s being wasted
In this attempt to get you back

All I wanted was to walk you to your car

Now that you’re leaving
There’s just one part left
Where you walk out that door
And then attempt to turn your back

All I wanted was to walk you to your car

My baby’s Gonna Save the World, What’s Your Baby Gonna Do?

You go, babe.

Open Letter to the President of the United States of America

Your blood runs black
And burns well too
Like coal
It’s a dirty fuel
Your heart
Is looking like a
Black heart

That’s pumping cocaine
To every limb and pain
Looks like you kill
What you can’t save

You’re no more saved
Than the rest of us out here
You’re just as fucked as we are

…And She Said it With a Straight Face

You know I know you don’t do well with change
So I’ll try to make this easy
I need you not to fall apart
This is the crucial part
Otherwise, I’ll never make it out alive
Or clear-eyed through the door
I don’t know how to say this to you
I hope you know it hurts me too
It’s not like I stopped loving you

How’d I know you wouldn’t let me go?

One two three four
Come on get up off the floor
You make me worried when you look so pale
Just try to take another breath
You’re gonna drink yourself to death
It’s not like I found another
I never meant things to be like this
And hurting you just makes me sick
I hate to see you when you’re down
You’re not so pretty when you frown, boy

How’d I know you wouldn’t let me go?

I know you know I don’t like to explain
You could make this so easy
Please try not to fall apart
You know it breaks my heart
If it’s not too much to expect
I’d like to leave without regrets
So try to keep the screaming down
I’ve got no time for questions now
Why do you feel the need to pry
It’s not like I found some other guy
You want the honest reason why?
Your touch just makes me wanna die, boy

How’d I know you wouldn’t let me go?

The Prettiest Feather, Or the Straightest Quill

Oh, such a pretty face
I wish my words could be as lovely
She’s such a pretty thing
words mean nothing
if I can’t shake my own stilted airs
and affected stylings,
like she does when she wears next to nothing

Oh, such a pretty face
I wish my words could be as lovely
She’s such a pretty face, oh my words,
They mean nothing
She’s such a pretty thing
Wearing next to nothing