1. |
Syntactic Sugar
03:49
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i gave it time and i bet my money
but i still don’t know how to help you, honey
we gave it time but you had to stunt me
and i don’t know how to help you, honey
we wasted time and it changed my mind
i don’t know how to help us, honey
i gave it time, and we changed
and i won’t next time
you get what you want (was i?)
you hide what you are (ever one of them?)
you get what you want (was i?)
you hide from your friends (ever one of them?)
you get what you want (was i?)
you hide what you are (ever one of them?)
you get from your friends (was i?)
you hide what you want (was i ever one of them?)
was i?
was i ever one of them?
i don’t know how to help you, honey
and there’s no next time
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2. |
Today (Quiet Night)
05:07
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i don’t know why you think it’s all right
to talk to me like that
my best friend right now is this
radio-active cat
i don’t know why you think it’s all right
my best friend right now is this
quiet night
i know it’s a long way down
the distance from your stories
to the ground
and i’m not afraid of what people say
no, i’m not
i’m not afraid
today i had a dream in the afternoon
we talk like strangers and fight
like hateful lovers
we can’t make this work,
we can’t even stand each other
and i’m not afraid to drink it all away
no, i’m not
i’m not afraid
today i had a dream in the afternoon
if you wanna push me away (i feel alone everywhere i go)
why would i stay? (am i telling a story you know?)
today i had a dream in the afternoon (quiet night)
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3. |
Came To
04:14
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we drove forever
under the darkest nights
i’d ever seen
and i came to,
through the cold sweat
of a fever dream
it’s usually the alcohol
that really gets us talking
this warm embrace
became a shell
an abandoned house
we wore ourselves out in
but i tried it,
i tried
we drove together
in the hardest silence
i’d ever heard
and i came to,
on the last ride home
that we endured
you bottled me up
so that you could distill me
this warm place
became a hell
a burning house
we tore ourselves down in
but i tried it,
i tried
we tried it,
we tried
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Danya Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
creator, tinkerer, weirdo, thinker, freak.
queer, non-binary.
she/they.
bass in worriers + cayetana
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