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​elizabeth whitington - a nice place, a dark place كلمات الأغنية

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spit stringing from the neck
it melts in right alongside the caked_on puppy foundation
and you’re singing along to tokyo police club songs
while it runs down your breast
it all pools, stains your dress
get a story, get it straight
you stayed home to m_st_rbate and he snuck in too close to your aching tongue
he bit off more than he could chew
he couldn’t finish but you could sign it off with a kiss

i wanna sing you a sweet lullaby
to sleep i will send you
back home you’ll tell everyone what we did together
the shame builds up inside our throats now that you’re home
you can rest peacefully

bullets string up common sеnse
it breaks down like a trеstle bridge
as we pass misery around
and you’re writing your songs like every word you think of marks and singes the skin of whoever listens in
it’s not the first time i have tried to make you leave
and when you do, i’ll be the first to say you abandoned me

i want your body to meet the ending it deserves
scattered pigtails and sewn_up
dressed like everybody you burned in your scramble suit
we’ll open up your throat now that you’re home

what an unoriginal baseline!
what a stupid waste of time it was to write these words!
some songs i’ll hate as soon as i write them
the head has gone cold, it’s rotting now
take care of the stains in your bedroom
ash, all charred and black and broken
like i made you in my mind
another sad goodnight
reuse the stupid lyrics you wrote in 2020, you f_cking drongo
i’ll be better in the morning but i say that every night

(we’ve lost transmission)
writing distracting dogmatic dipsh_t sycophantic melodrama p_rn for myself
all of these words reek of pointless self_martyring, bottomless bullsh_t
can’t save this album now
already burnt out not even halfway to the finish line
you’re stuck with me for an hour
better that than forever

(wo be honest, don’t you think you’re cutting it a bit too early? it’s not even the tenth track and you’ve used up every negative self_depreciating adjective you can use on yourself! we still have so much more distance left to run, you dumb ugly talentless excuse for a “female” musician; run back into your mother’s womb and be reborn as the slithering bloodstain you were meant to remain as!”)
__________
thirteen years have passed now
a thousand less than what you promised me!

- elizabeth whitington

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