Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle-
  It's so relieving, to know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid
  It's so relaxing to hear that you're asking, wherever you get your way
  It's so soothing to know that you'll sue me... this is starting to sound the same

  I miss the comfort in being sad

  In her false withness, we hope you're still with us
  To see if they float or drown
  Our favorite patient, display of patience
  Disease covered puget sound
  She'll come back as fire and burn all the liars
  And leave a blanket of ash on the ground

  I miss the comfort in being sad

Dumb-

  I'm not like them, but I can pretend
  The sun is gone, but I have a light
  The day is done, but I'm having fun
 
  I think I'm dumb, or maybe just happy
  I think I'm just happy

  My heart is broke, but I have some glue
  Help me inhale and mend it with you
  We'll float around and hang out on clouds
  Then we'll come down and have a hangover

  Skin the sun, fall asleep
  Wish away, the soul is cheap
  Lesson learned, wish me luck
  Soothe the burn, wake me up

  I'm not like them, but I can pretend
  The sun is gone, but I have a light
  The day is done, but I'm having fun
  I think I'm dumb

Very Ape-
  I am buried up to my neck in contradictionary flies
  I take pride as the king of illiterature
  I'm very ape, and very nice

  If you ever need anything please don't hesitate to ask someone else first
  I'm too busy acting like I'm not naive
  I've seen it all, I was here first

  Out of the ground
  Into the sky
  Out of the sky
  Into the dirt

Milk It-
  I am my own parasite
  I don't need a host to live
  We feed off of each other
  We can share our endorphins

  Doll steak, test meat

  I own my own pet virus
  I get to pet and name her
  Her milk is my shit
  My shit is her milk
 
  Test meat, doll steak

  Look on the bright side is suicide, lost eyesight I'm on your side
  Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
  Lack of iron and or sleeping
  Protector of the kennel
  Ecto-plasma
  Ecto-skeletal
  Obituary birthday
  Your scent is still here
  In my place of recovery
In Utero continued
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