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the island of
my mothers
and (step) fathers
where the sky never cries
because he's too happy
and the humans drink their own tears
because the government turned off the water
artificial happiness
and artificial plants
(fake it till you make it)
take a hike on the mountains,
just to see a sign and end up
falling on top of a movie set
(how else could they find actors?)
there's too much yellow
and too much water dripping
from my desert face
the stars don't come out
because the smoke tries to choke them
and i listen to tires and pointless talks
and faux glamour and stupid smiles
helios loves my obsidian skin;
he doesn't boil me like a lobster
my legs are too short
the shorts cover my ankles
my stomach doesn't suck itself in
the tank top can't even fit over my shoulders
(where are all the sweaters?)
i'm not that type of girl
who surrenders to the heat
and i don't have any gills
(i am not a mermaid)
i would trade my legs
for the frozen blue
summer leaves a warm spew
and i don't even have a curfew
i live with monsters
and my younger brother
(he forgot the blissful cold)
i want to leave!
this is not my home!
i am not a monster!
give me back the phone!
the island of my mothers
and (step) fathers,
cannot restrain me with
serrated tongues and false lauds
(i can see the insults in the slits of your teeth)
(did you know the cold is melting?)
i don't care i don't care
i want to be a fucking polar bear
saturated heat
searing hatred
spoiled mangoes
sunburnt dreams
you can checkout anytime you like,
but you won't leave this luxurious cage
(can i at least have some water?)
(i have never heard of such a thing)
(i think it went away with the dinosaurs)
i can't seem to remember the taste of snaw
(was it snaw? was it snuw? what was that word?)
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this one of my favorite songs ever
