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letra de some girl cult./these boys, them girls! - haych

[part i: the cult of holes in their hearts.]

[chorus]
don’t make mistakes, don’t even try to be great
you’re just some girl, some girl, some girl in a bad way
belong to a cult of holes in their hearts
don’t know where to start, leave me in the car, yeah

[verse]
(phew-phew-phew, uh) cut my face (face)
if i had a chance would i change something (thing)
i don’t wanna, i wanna
i’m reaching a hand out of water, my lover
i don’t know my way
guess i’ll talk to you someday
or listen, as i prefer
coz i hate my vocal range

i’m so gone, touch down in the world beyond
and i’m out of luck, make-up on my face, so strong (strong)
that’s how i talk, two face
use my voice hi-hi-high stakes
call another ex-someone on the flip phone
need a someone psychic, wonder if you know one (one)
cold touch on my waist
blue hands on my thighs and my face
[interlude]
“you are beautiful”
“mm”
(“thanks”) “have a nice day”
“that is so nice of you man”
“you are beautiful!
it’s not a problem that your voice is deep”
“okay, okay”
“you are beautiful
it’s not because you have a deep voice-uh
that i will say that you are not beautiful anymore
you see? yeah”
“yeah!, i think i see”
“yeah, you are beautiful too
have a nice day man, woman, i don’t-”

[bridge]
there is a painstar in my throat
i wish it would leave me be
i wish i could speak
there is a housefire at the foot of my bed
i need not be lost any longer
i wish it would cease

how can you love these boys, them girls or ones you’ve never met
make me self-conscious, yeah, i just want comfort from these friends
and if i ever did love, i’d trust, i’d put my whole self in this sh-t
i don’t want comments, yeah, i just want something, no talking, just hold my hand
the days just get longer
the days full of l-stful anger and never breaking character
the touch of another
the touch of a someone, hold on, please don’t let me down
swollow mine
and i’m dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming now
time flies, mirror, knife
you’re a nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, no-

[part ii: saintlike pt. 2!]

[verse]
baby if you would, could you tear me apart?
i’m sewing deep cuts and i don’t wanna talk at all
take a seat, tell me what you see
i see beautiful colours and you see whatever you need to see

how can you love these boys, them girls or ones you’ve never met
make me self-conscious, yeah, i just want comfort from these friends
and you’ll never meet them, are they even real?
are you even real? talk to me, girl
[chorus]
so many f-cking people leaving me alone
like why? i’m cold, i need some warmth
somebody please hold me through the night
i’m tired, i turn to what i don’t know
these folks on the otherside of the world
i don’t joke, get my self-worth through a cable
i just wanted a someone
i’d do anything for someone

- haych

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