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Cry now Cry later
04:31
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Faceless
Back page of a small town weekly
Just another ink blot on the blotter pages
I'm sorry I never called
Wasted
That's what they always say
But we both knew you knew your options
I held your head in my arms as we shared more than simply tears
That rope. That fucking rope just wouldn't give
And I cut it with my teeth
Too many close encounters
We had that much in common
You finally found a way out
I hope that everyone else
Believes it was just a car crash
The truth hurts so much more
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2. |
About that time
02:33
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When I wake up
Sometimes my voice betrays me
When I shake hands, no matter how perfect the manicure
They'll always see the paws of a man
I used to cry a lot but now I cry a whole lot more
And every time I cry I make a face that stabs me in the back
When I smile too much
And when I don't smile enough
Clocked. Clocked. Clocked. I fucking get clocked.
When I break down
Sometimes my voice betrays me
When I have to reveal my medical history
When people pry and pry and pry too much into my past
When i smile too much
And when I dont smile enough
Clocked. Clocked. Clocked. I fucking get clocked.
This is what they taunt us for
This is what they beat us for
This is what they rape us for
This is what they kill us for
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3. |
Blood Out
04:55
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You told me blood is thicker than water, but it turns out
my blood my blood it turns to piss if I don't play the hijo
Late night phone calls
There's a first time for everything
Late night phone calls
It wasn't enough to keep talking shit behind my back
I can finally look at my own face without hatred
But why did it have to cost so much?
Nadie me dijo que tenia
Que tenia que cortar a mis raizes
Nadie me dijo que tenia
Pero quiero vivir
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4. |
Exit Plan A
03:52
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5. |
Exit Plan B
02:43
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Sixth grade and it was not enough to simply feel the knife anymore
I had to get the fuck out. Escape. I couldn't take it.
I shoved a veil between my body and my mind
And found that I could breathe
But only through a tube
It proved much easier to just numb the pain of boyhood
than it was to look inside
How was I to know I could be mended?
That all these years I'd been fixing the wrong medicine?
Forced to watch my reflection grow more distant every day
How could I say no to such a lovely blindfold?
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6. |
Bi Bi Bi
02:12
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Pick a side they tell us
You are just confused
But they need our numbers in their alphabet soup
They keep us around to pad their wallets
But when the fuck do we get to speak?
And now the universities are regulating our identities
They want us to turn bisexual into a four-letter-word
Our lives are apparently only useful if we tout the party line
Am I fucking subversive enough yet?
Does my identity fit your politics?
The bi is for biting off the faces of assimilationists
The bi is for biting my tongue for too fucking long
Not for binary
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7. |
A Christmas Story
02:47
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Such anticipation
Impossible expectations
But it all seemed possible until we got the cal
Merry fucking Christmas
What an atrocious, beautiful ornament
I want to see you some day soon
I long to see you some day soon
I need to see you some day soon
I know I'll see you some day
What the fuck is childhood without constant loss?
I need to be finished here.
I need to be done.
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8. |
Trigger Warning
02:44
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I can't paint this into something happy when the canvas has been torn. I can't black it out. I make excuses for him, pretend that nothing happened at all. Anything to just save face. If anyone was in the wrong, it must have been me. I'll just laugh it off. I can just laugh it off. I should have been more careful. I should have been more clear. He said that it was normal. I ate up every word. I should have been more careful. I should have been more clear. He said that it was normal, and then he paid me for my time. Why didn't anyone say anything? They just went on with the party, like i didn't fucking make a difference. Why didn't anyone do anything? I couldn't protect myself, I was only a child
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Give a Shit
02:33
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I've heard it all before, but it never amounts to a thing. Throw your records on the floor, and we have nothing in common. And you have nothing to say. And where does that leave us? When convictions are traded for indifference? With a room full of straight white men watching the show, running the show. And you act like its nothing, and you act so removed. You close your eyes to everything, and everything else in the world is already filled with misogyny and apathy. But that's not enough for you. You have to bring your ignorance and arrogance and violence here, too. It's not different, it's not edgy to pedal oppression. What's the point in what we're building, if it's just a statuette of what we were born into? I never felt welcome there, I'll never feel welcome here, until someone decides that it's cooler to give a shit than banging your head to whatever you hear. If you don't care about creating something more, then cut those patches off of your clothes and go home.
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10. |
Dorner Dear
01:28
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My baby loves me, but he never shows his face no more. I still see him every day. And so do you. My baby's on the front page of the LA Times. He looks so fucking good. my baby's on the front page of the New York Times. He did it all for me. And I can't pretend that this is easy, when I know that he's not coming home. I hope they know that if they find him, he sure as hell won't die alone. You better watch your back mother fucker, cause he's gonna protect and serve.
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