I don’t wanna meet my soulmate, I prefer the hunt If I met my soulmate, I would surely run If we’re 500 years in the making or we’re one soul split in two I don’t wanna meet my soulmate and I sure as fuck don’t want it to be you Don’t want it to be you! She said “I met your soulmate, don’t you worry about being loved” she said this girl’s your soulmate “I’ll bring her in the spring, you’ll meet one on one” If we were 500 years in the making, or my mom’s friend set us up i might wanna be your soulmate you better not fuck it up! you better not fuck it up!
I’m wearing mom’s perfume- and I’m getting drunk in grandma’s jacket sometimes all I can do is struggle beneath- their face and hips I’ve lit several matches a second time- and I’m running low on juice I’ve made many boys awesome in my mind, to what degree have I inflated you? Fogging up- the glass this is all i need- make me real fogging up - the glass oh god make me real You’re always falling asleep, and coming quickly I’ve got to work to live - you make it look so easy I’m always holding my tongue and my hopes too high that someone I love will do it hard enough locket in hand, and the shirt from my sister sometimes the only way I like the world is to think like her Ive lit many matches second time and I’m running low on rage I’ve hurt feelings- always mine to what degree did I care what you had to say? Fogging up- the glass this is all I need- make me real fogging up - the glass oh god make me real **You’re always falling asleep, and coming quickly** **I’ve got to work to live - you make it look so easy** **I’m always holding my tongue and my hopes too high** **that someone I love will do it hard enough** Id give up all my magic Id give up all I have
Like a skeptic- at a magic show like a liar- faced with a movie they don’t know I’ll keep looking for a relatable theme- and I’ll keep trying to find a single thing that I believe Like a con man- out on a sun-lit lot and like a cynic- faced with a simple love I’l keep making- it all sound better than it seems and I’ll keep lying- till I’m 6ft deep **Till I’m 6ft deep** **I’ll keep lying- Till I believe** like a hero, thats been blown off course and like a miracle thats been given in reverse ill keep eating the lotus fruit array and even from things that hurt, i need to be dragged away **ill be kicking and screaming** **thats the only way ill go** **ill reap what i sow** But I wont know That I’m dead-until the flowers grow Till I find dirt up my nose and It will be, it will be it’ll be a cold day in hell, that I learn how to help myself pigs will fly above my head before I know I’m dead
light blinks- I read the code I pretend its a decleration of love from some far off young lover so many signs, that it evens out I pretend its tarot cards that I know about they’re pistols in their own way **8 ways to quiet the noise** **8 yeses on my lucky coins** **8 ways to feel better** **too many angels too many numbers** I see a color first, and internalize I pretend its an omen for the rest of my life hopefully not something terrible! so many signs- it evens out thyme, rosemary, are all I think about they’re curing the same ailments anyway **8 ways to quiet the noise** **8 yeses on my lucky coins** **8 ways to feel better** **too many angels too many numbers** **8 ways to quiet the noise** **8 yeses on my lucky coins** **8 ways to feel better** **for every angel I’ve got a number**
It’s just something we do in your room but I feel it everywhere I’ve been on the main course now my heart wants only for a detour Bugs have been following me around Like I’m rotting away and I see only undersides of a vulture’s wings I wont take a picture You’re just for my lonely eyes to see I wont write you down you already rhyme with no help from me Im online but don’t worry I’m for sale and I’m easy to please so don’t look too close but don’t look away You grab my palm but I hold your hand like a rosary I’ve been on the main course my heart wants me on my knees and bugs have been following me around like I’m rotting away and I see only undersides of a vulture’s wing I wont take a picture You’re just for my lonely eyes to see I wont write you down you already rhyme with no help from me I’m online but don’t worry I’m a mare and I’m easy to please so don’t look too close but don’t look away so don’t look too close but don’t look away
you’ve got two gigs to pay for his apartment maybe questioning makes it less romantic approval I craved, so now I’m reeling At least Red has a sense of how I feel I’m not new york pretty like you surely and she loves you despite being set aside success is in reach if i just work harder now I wont touch yours if you don’t touch mine Would you ever think to take it back? Should I wanna change your mind? “He doesn’t seem to know you like I used to” Well I’m happy the past has got your side We can’t new york hustle like you surely not sure I ever got the appeal approval I craved, so now I’m in a fit at least Red has a sense of how I **feel**
Haven’t seen you in real life since it went down You were in some dreams but your face was blurred out Now I’m poking his chest like A campfire He said there’s more love here if I could just try harder I’m overflowing with luck This week is a blue moon I won’t heed the call It’s all happening too soon **I’ve got a wish bone but I’ve got No one to share it with - Does that mean** **I’m getting all the luck** **or Does that mean I’m getting none of it** she had a big purse And a big magazine Didn’t mind waiting forever in the lobby staying up for a phone call- what is this the 60’s? Thinking about how much you don’t like indulging me I’m overflowing with luck This week is a blue moon I won’t heed the call It’s all happening too soon you loved clementine I only know the song where I think she died a thousand times **I’ve got a wish bone but I’ve got No one to share it with - does that mean** **I’m getting all the luck** **or does that mean I’m getting none of it** **I’ve got a wish bone but I’ve got No one to share it with - does that mean** **I’m getting all the luck** **or does that mean I’m getting none of it** staying up for a phone call- what is this the 60’s? Thinking about how much you don’t like indulging me I’ve got no luck (woah) I’ve got no luck (woohoo) (oh yeah)
nose to nose with your old headlights blinded as my mind takes me there I think the volvo was from ‘65, but I didn’t care think we slept in the same city didn’t think to ask if you’re still living there you might’ve liked a movie this gritty but I didn’t care, and I didn’t ask **I needed no one to bear witness** **So I could truly be** **I leave wishes in the ground** **dandelions die beneath my feet** I might’ve taken a picture didn’t wait to see if you’d post it we no longer relate to her or maybe we never did I’m like a deer in your headlights saying things that you don’t deserve I’m so far back in time That I didn’t care and I didn’t ask **I needed no one to bear witness** **So I could truly be** **I leave wishes in the ground** **dandelions die beneath my feet** **I’m ignoring fate, who’s ignoring me, I’m ignoring god, who’s ignoring me, I’m ignoring me** **Who’s ignoring me?**