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I am braiding records into my hairneedles and record players, everythings apossible record coveror a possible name for a band that I will never havecause I sing my songs all by myselfall to myself, by myself I am cute but Im not in a bandwheres my band? wheres my band?wheres my amplifiers?So why dont I just sleep in the middle of this kitchensurrounded by forks and a linoleum floor I am drunk and theres no one here to stop mefrom being so tired and sleeping with my mascara on In the studio theyre adjusting the wires and microphonesand Im about to sing my songs and they wont be just my ownand Im glad that theyll exist but theyll make me obsoletecause I sing it just once and the wires they remember itand sing it right back and they do it better than I cananytime, anywhere, Im preserved Im a jelly or a jam So why dont I just sleep in the middle of this kitchena halo of forks and a linoleum floor I am drunk and theres no one here to stop mefrom being so tired and being so drunkwhy dont I just pee in the middle of this kitcheninto a little teacup and I wont miss a drop I am drunk and theres no one here to stop mefrom being so eccentric and being so lonelycorazónthis is my corazón I know that I am lucky, I make shit up all the timeand I start to believe it myself just cause it rhymesbut Im so inconsistent my handwriting changes every other wordso Im braiding records into my hairneedles and record playerseverythings a possible record cover or a possible name for a band that I will never have So why dont I just sleep in the middle of this kitchena halo of forks and a linoleum floor I am drunk and theres no one here to stop mefrom being so drunk and being so drunkwhy dont I just pee in the middle of this kitcheninto a little teacup and I wont miss a drop I am drunk and theres no one here to stop mefrom being so eccentric and being so lonely
