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Locket to you
Under my pseudonym i write
In some ink colored blue
To tell you truth it isn't mine you see
Cause I've been confused
Reeling into
Whatever penancell cross my mind
For being blind with greed
For all the world might leave
Behind before it blows its seed and burns

Walking to church
Sunday can hurt if you're not god
Leave it to her
To slowly deter one from their diary
So tell it to Paul and he won't cure it all
But he can give you some Earl gray tea
And say you're right to be
A better sight to see
Behind the Vaseline and curtains

Doo Doo Doo

When you're better a pomade nothing
Than a line cook crease
Peter pan can take your hand and lie

Fucking the food
Susie can shoot her friend and die to sleep
And can be you
Wearing my vocal fry for Halloween
It's all so baroque
With wine in my coat
As the holiday goes for weeks
It isn't mine to fault
It isn't mine at all
I sold my life away to sin and live in hurt

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from Pomade Nothing / Rain Song, released February 10, 2023

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