I was killed in cold blood
Like my post-marked past
Like the lucky mud
Like my latchkey love
Sunny and 75
There were better days for dying
So live like you are living
In a simulation glitching
She said "pour me a cold one
And put on some gin blossoms
And drive me around this town
But fuck the cops
I hope they drown
Now pour me another
I'm taking your picture
I'm writing you down
Recording your sounds"
Because it's quarantine
Gossip Girl season 3
And so Blaire of me
To claim to be an essential being
Like the Walmart employee
Who was trying to tell me
We all hate where we're from
Even if it's pretty
So pour me a bottle
And put on some Alanis
I can't believe she played god once
I think that that's ironic
I'm taking your picture
I'm writing you down
This feels like a dream
You're poetry, poetry to me
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023
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