Cancer

Stuck on you like candy blue
I want to seep you in like maroon
My body’s disjointed and out of touch
Didn’t know somebody could love me this much
It was terrible, a bit too much

Concrete ground is so nice to lay on
When the cars hurriedly pass by
Everyone’s so aggressive, I don’t get why
I’m playing with a stream that started from the Northside
It’s digging holes in me
I have to go inside

A dark cavern is lit by the girls who smile
We’re delighted in conversation so we don’t mind taking a while
Chrysanthemums at the door, left for one of the dancers
I ask the doorman, he knows all of the answers
He told me I look like cancer

He told me I look like cancer
But I’m just a delicate dancer
It’s not my fault I’m decayed
It’s not my fault he never stayed

This is what it looks like to be betrayed

Bad habits

You
You think
You think you can predict
When my ship is going to sink
Well, you might be right about that

You know me so well
One phone call
My breaking voice
You can already tell
And suddenly I feel safe

Our drinking habits
We aim to decrease the bottles
Go swimming tomorrow
Eat breakfast, not feel hollow
Your muscles are coming back

The skater boys
With their twisted ankles
Broken clavicles
We tell the tales
Send my wedding ring in the mail

You know you would do it
So do it
You know you wouldn’t do it
So screw it
Bad habits

Bad habits

Sugar

Blue periwinkle dress
Table for two
Concerns on my part
What’s sewn’s torn apart
I like your soft grace
Your willingness to chase
Your tendency to amaze
How you match my soft gaze
I think of all of the ways
To show you I care

Three teaspoons of sugar
In my coffee
But you like yours black, cold brew
And I really do like you
Stuck on me like a flu
There’s nothing I can really do
But stop and tell you
That I’m not in love with you
Yet
Those feelings are far-fetched
In my brain you roughly sketched
A picture of wheels and a deck
I grabbed you by the neck
Were you breathing, I had to check
And you weren’t
You were holding your breath

You were holding your breath

Yeah,

Cold arctic fox, looking for food
You say hello and I say yeah, dude
I’ve thought about you every single day of the week
There’s no mistake who I’m with

Will you come sit with me
Soft voice, inviting
No fights in front of the neighbors
No waiting for you to call me back
A sweet thing, a sweet thing
A sweet thing, a sweet thing

I carried around all this weight
Your emptiness, your guilt, your refusal to change
And here I say goodbye to what I previously misunderstood
You’ve calculated it so good
Of natural cause, of groupthink
The way you treated me eventually made me sick

No fights in front of the neighbors
No waiting for you to call me back
A sweet thing, a sweet thing
A sweet thing, a sweet thing

CTRL

I didn’t want to tell you when I saw you
But you have a habit of losing control
And losing control over that very act

It’s questionable how I should react

Given my stature
Soft, small girl
Uneasy, shy, reserved
Says the wrong things at the right time

So you glanced away, ditched my eyes
Sighed a bunch, hands on thighs
Said you had to go
As if I didn’t already know

So you glanced away
But you have a habit of losing control
Soft, small girl
Says the right things at the wrong time

Says the right things at the wrong time