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letra de pining - willing (one thing)

h-llo h-llo
h-llo h-llo h-llo (h-llo)
this is uh…
how you feeling
i stole this beat
let’s go then

she asked in a low tone if we’d like to change states of matter
we toasted with rosebuds chased with the taste of lavender
fill a matcha bowl bolt get [?] with the vision quest brand
amb-ssador 200 old toll came from a dug up check got sold for the whole

rebalancing

handed over a half grinder of crushed [?] adjustable gravity well
decided to regurgitate the fluorinase tooth decay mid-anxiety spell
rich folks don’t even eat cake and it’s against health code for me to clean their plates (yep)
blaze a whole lake till my sugarplum neighbors complained of the smell
i am not ready

it all culminates in a laundry list of unwelcome gifts and good reasons to use my apologetic falsetto;

we’re looking for a good show and a fun process
so why would i settle for white collar labor
play pot to your kettle that couldn’t hold the note
that saves the mood
couldn’t make a toast to marshmallows
too much of life is food
too much of mine is tea
i yearn for the days when the drug of choice was caffeine
it would support the headaches
and late night calls to the courtesy booth
now she only drinks after trips to the emergency room
and i’m

after a sh-tty job
go get her at an empty bar
writing the misadventures of [?] cold sweatshirt
her critique of the nutcracker suite’s a lobe-splitter but
it’s all add cause lately she’s made a living of home sitting
so it’s

spliffs on the porch
c0ke on the counter
can’t make the rent let alone get up guts to fly southward
talk of the town
run of the muck
even if high on downers
but always up for a gl-ss of wine and apocalyptic banter

so how’re you doing? nah tell it to me straight, i mean, for real how you doing?

i’d say, uh
dead friends getting all triangle shirtwaist
i’ve never felt more blessed that i can’t remember birthdays
[?] which [?] said we can’t keep cutting curfew
look the other way until we came of age to exit their presumptive purview
i’m sorry if? nah i’m sorry that i hurt you, but, we were both learning
and should distribute blame better than burdens

- willing one thing

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