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letra de machine girl - xgum

there was a time where we
let each other have it
we was so i’m loud
but there’s no time now
and if there were i wouldn’t
have to hash it out
like i’m leaving a
sacred sp-ce between
dream bug
my room is black
and i’m staring at infrared light
like it’s the last i’ll ever see
on some drug
is it even a change of scene what i need
or leaving this repetitive brain in the weeds
until a differing scene entirely you think

i hope i don’t blow it out with my t–th
do i speak
machine girl
machine girl
machine girl
i hope i don’t blow it out with my t–th
do i speak

your hair is every color in the light
what’s mine look like
who’s gonna take my warmth if you don’t
i’m going to make you cry when we fight
my it’s a f-cking sweltering day outside
what a perfect bed to make my pool of dread and sweat
i was a lifeguard
i’ve got half a mind to find myself no water to drink
so i don’t sour the precious sheet
that was so clean before i woke
on floor a note
on four i want the loudest sound i’ve ever heard to blare
so my ears can experience their final share
of what this honor of hearing has to offer my fears, sing

machine girl
machine girl
machine girl
i hope i don’t blow it out with my t–th
do i speak

sitting in a sinner’s bisque pot position innit

i don’t feel well
well why would you
the screams are
some of the sacred things
that i don’t
deal with well
didn’t matter before
so why would you
i can’t believe our little one son
is running long
the only way on
stay
we didn’t want him to run
moving a lot every weekend
is he outside
until they see it
bettering coming downing to the station
then stop
like i trusted you
did you ever do my laundry
hole in the side
punch in
there’s nothing in the hat
except my hair
eight four five nine
and empty air on me yeah
when the rum-soaked glass
my seconds are your milliseconds
of a broken brown flask
give or take and naked
i’m running out of options
supplies itself cracked
along the barefoot pass
there’s calm and then there’s catatonic
passing like gibraltar’s own
there’s calling kettle black
levant would have
and then there’s
calling all the blueness chronic
stabbed its tan inhabitants’ calves
machine girl
a box of these simply insulting
catchphrases is
the grass is overhanging
machine girl
dropping on shoulders
each call-in so wallow in shadow
overgrown on the curb
it cuts the legs of
machine girl
tired boys out
until the sun’s popped up again
surmounting our suburb
sun or nothing but flood
they got the common to catch
the view is beautiful

- xgum

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