ALEX WALTON BY ALEX WALTON FROM THE ALBUM ALEX WALTON
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Ooh I feel so real
I feel so unnecessary
I'm still licking the roof of my mouth
From where I burned it with a microwave burrito last night
It's all smooth like silly putty, still like egg, not like
Razor burns on my leg invoked in hopes of achieving something
Like an image only existing in my head
Last month I drove myself deaf blasting "Beach Life in Death"
On my way to pick up McDonald's breakfast every morning
A girl still in mourning over what, she's not sure
There's no known cure for this kind of feeling
Her eyes on the ceiling, her head on the floor
When you're in a place that don't let you lock your doors, and the
Walls are painted blue and there's no handles on the drawers
All the things that are absent made you think about the things in real life that aren't
Heaven is a place where you aren't to kill yourself
Heaven is a place where you're not allowed to kill yourself
A little ivermectin, and a whole lotta soul
Hyperbolic statements about rock and roll
A good amount of aspartame and sublingual estradiol
Thai sweet chili and sexuality on trial
Hyperconfessional and overwhelmingly sincere
The kind of girl who vomits after one beer
Truly ineffectual at righting my wrongs
I've been the subject of too many songs
A teaspoon of lithium and a heaping of guilt
How long can you cry over spilled milk
An unspecified amount of sexual partners
Hospitalizations, half-finished books, and late departures
I'm in love with thieves, martyrs, and farmer's daughters
Expensive silks draped over cheap tights and garters
Rock and roll statesmen no longer tasteful
My mottled horse brays, oh isn't this wasteful?
Know thyself, but not too much
As the oracle at Delphi say
I know myself far too much
To believe anything that I say
Now take this all as you will and write it down if you must
Let it supply a paragraph of your coffee table book about the interpersonal dynamics
Of Boston based transsexual pop pariahs between the years of
A twenty eighteen and twenty twenty five
A kinda hopeful thing I would I hope it will be
Though I can't say I'll be painted in the best light
A restatement of my values to myself is all I can try for
A restatement of my values to myself
Thank you
I feel so unnecessary
I'm still licking the roof of my mouth
From where I burned it with a microwave burrito last night
It's all smooth like silly putty, still like egg, not like
Razor burns on my leg invoked in hopes of achieving something
Like an image only existing in my head
Last month I drove myself deaf blasting "Beach Life in Death"
On my way to pick up McDonald's breakfast every morning
A girl still in mourning over what, she's not sure
There's no known cure for this kind of feeling
Her eyes on the ceiling, her head on the floor
When you're in a place that don't let you lock your doors, and the
Walls are painted blue and there's no handles on the drawers
All the things that are absent made you think about the things in real life that aren't
Heaven is a place where you aren't to kill yourself
Heaven is a place where you're not allowed to kill yourself
A little ivermectin, and a whole lotta soul
Hyperbolic statements about rock and roll
A good amount of aspartame and sublingual estradiol
Thai sweet chili and sexuality on trial
Hyperconfessional and overwhelmingly sincere
The kind of girl who vomits after one beer
Truly ineffectual at righting my wrongs
I've been the subject of too many songs
A teaspoon of lithium and a heaping of guilt
How long can you cry over spilled milk
An unspecified amount of sexual partners
Hospitalizations, half-finished books, and late departures
I'm in love with thieves, martyrs, and farmer's daughters
Expensive silks draped over cheap tights and garters
Rock and roll statesmen no longer tasteful
My mottled horse brays, oh isn't this wasteful?
Know thyself, but not too much
As the oracle at Delphi say
I know myself far too much
To believe anything that I say
Now take this all as you will and write it down if you must
Let it supply a paragraph of your coffee table book about the interpersonal dynamics
Of Boston based transsexual pop pariahs between the years of
A twenty eighteen and twenty twenty five
A kinda hopeful thing I would I hope it will be
Though I can't say I'll be painted in the best light
A restatement of my values to myself is all I can try for
A restatement of my values to myself
Thank you