Sitting and smoking in your kitchen

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You’re
Way
Too
Handsome to be such a jerk
But you make it work
Yeah, you make it work

I want to
Show you what you’ve been missing
Sitting and smoking in your kitchen
Talk for hours, all I want is to listen
You’re so unaware
Of how I feel
If you found out I’d play it off as no big deal
I’m sick of telling you how sad I am
I want you to put your arms around me
Hug me hello and make me some tea
Decide not to tell me I look pretty
You’re terrible at compliments
Terrified of an audience
But I have been
Waiting
Like, desperately

Play one of your songs for me
Your cats on my lap
Just come back
Let me knock on your door
Walk to Santa Monica to go to the store
Kiss me like that on your bedroom floor

Always leave me wanting more
And go back to hiding from the rest of the world
Even though you’re the coolest guy around

A lullaby (I wonder why)

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I wrote a poem titled “Cradle” for a boy who never read it
I don’t think I wrote it specifically for him, though
I did it for me
So it didn’t feel like a punch to the gut
So much
As when he did other things
I won’t mention

Did I get your attention
Somebody hit my car and the alarm’s ringing
The neighbors are peering out their windows waiting for it to end
Oh I love it when someone makes the rules bend
I’m staying in my house
Quiet as a mouse
That alarm ringing to me is like a lullaby

Every weekend I have a choice
To distract from all the noise
Hit up the worst possible boy
I’m weak
We barely speak
It’s been a week
Somebody shouts “turn that off!”

I can’t get it to stop
I can’t get it to stop
I can’t get it to stop
I’m weak

Irrational (cradle)

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A puff of air to the eye
Will elicit a blink
I’m craving you, I think
Regretting it
Not letting it
Get
Me
Down

I’m your angel, turn me around
Make all of my evils casual
You know you want to throw me to the ground
And suffocate me
It wouldn’t be irrational
For you
My dream
Underneath the stars forever

I sing
To you
In
My
Sleep

Queen of parliaments

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At this rate
We’re going down
You lost me and I will never be found
I’m taking trips to Venice
Getting trashed in clubs
Sick of being in love
Swimming in a rosy bathtub
Filled with water
Water
Gently
Slowly

Becoming myself
Not a strange, rancid guest
It’s tough for me to digest
That I can’t even get pity
But I thought I was pretty
The alleyway’s gritty

You found me at last
With my Parliaments
I caved, I guess
I think you bought me this dress
That’s right, you bought me this dress
Light this for me, be my guest
Inside
You’ll always be a mess

You heard it from the best

Pistol baby

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I
Check
The
Mail
Everyday for tobacco coupons, notices for bills, Sam’s old Stanford Law magazine
They call it a brochure
In letters I find dried little flowers, probably curated for hours
Long, pensive cursive ink I’ll probably throw into the trash
I asked about your guns, you showed me your stash
I got whiplash
I wasn’t expecting that

Your loaded Smith & Wesson pistol
How’d you get your hands on that
Giving me a heart attack

Stop
Don’t point it at me like that

Don’t make me like you even more
I’m really not the girl you asked for
I bet you have others, for that I’m sure
My ex-boyfriend called me a whore

Are you sure you want to get involved?
I may be a puzzle, but I’m not yours to solve
My mental derangement cannot be dissolved
I’ve tried these tactics
Your words are like static
I want to scream, “rescue me”
But the last thing I want is your bitter pity
So just try to please me
Act pleasant and nice like a daisy
Swim across all the oceans with me
Plant mint and fall in love, madly
I do things a little obscurely

Start
Point it at me like that
Make me question how to act
Say that you’re playing and this is just a joke
Right?
Right?

Your take your Parliaments out
I begin to smoke
I love to smoke
You don’t know me, I’m poison oak
My life is all one big joke