my favorite lyrics ever to exist

Tire swing: kimya dawson 

I took the Polaroid down in my room

I'm pretty sure you have a new girlfriend

It's not as if I don't like you

It just makes me sad whenever I see it

'Cause I like to be gone most of the time

And you like to be home most of the time

If I stay in one place I lose my mind

I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with

Needle in the hay: Elliott smith 

Needle in the hay

Now on the bus

Nearly touching this dirty retreat

Falling out 6th and Powell a dead sweat in my teeth

Gonna walk walk walk

Four more blocks plus one in my break

Down downstairs to the man

He's gonna make it all ok

I can't beat myself

I can't beat myself

And I don't want to talk

I'm taking the cure so I can be quiet

Whenever I want

So leave me alone

You ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks

Needle in the hay

Needle in the hay

Needle in the hay

Needle in the hay

Some song: Elliott smith

Hello, hello, hello, hello

This is a rock song

Mean loud, loud, loud

It's a junkie dream makes you so uptight

Yeah it's Halloween tonight and every night

See you scratch your skin

Your sandpaper throat

You're a symphony, man, with one fucking note

How they beat you up week after week

And when you grow up you're gonna be a freak

Want a violent girl who's not scared of anything

Help me kill my time

'Cause I'll never be fine

Help me kill my time

You went down to look at old Dallas town

Where you must be sick just to hang around

Seen it on TV how to kill your man

Then like Gacy's scene a canvas in your hand

Better call your mom she's out looking for you

In the jail and the army and the hospital too

But those people there couldn't do anything for you

Help me kill my time

'Cause I'll never be fine

Help me kill my time

Help me kill my time

Help me kill my time

'Cause I'll never be fine

Help me kill my time

Bobby: beabadoobee

Bobby was fourteen when she knew

Nothing would last

Wishing her mind didn't think so sad

'Cause Bobby always had a stitch

On the left side of her wrist

Despite the love she'd get she dismissed

'Cause Bobby always saw the bad

Blind to the life she had

Who could've blamed her though?

Bobby was fourteen years old

Bobby was fourteen years old

So nice so smart: kimya Dawson 

I like boys with strong convictions

And convicts with perfect diction

Underdogs with good intentions

Amputees with stamp collections

Plywood skinboards ride the ocean

Salty noses suntan lotion

Always seriously joking

And rambunctiously soft-spoken

I like boys that like their mothers

And I have a thing for brothers

But they always wait til we're under the covers

To say I'm sure glad we're not lovers

I know: Fiona Apple 

So be it, I'm your crowbar

If that's what I am so far

Until you get out of this mess

And I will pretend

That I don't know of your sins

Until you are ready to confess

But all the time

All the time

I'll know, I'll know

And you can use my skin

To bury secrets in

And I will settle you down

And at my own suggestion

I will ask no questions

While I do my thing in the background

But all the time

All the time

I'll know, I'll know

Baby

I can't help you out

While she's still around

So for the time being, I'm being patient

And amidst this bitterness

If you'll just consider this

Even if it don't make sense all the time

Give it time

And when the crowd becomes your burden

And you've early closed your curtains

I'll wait by the backstage door

While you try to find

The lines to speak your mind

And pry it open, hoping for an encore

And if it gets too late for me to wait

For you to find you love me, and tell me so

It's okay

Don't need to say it

Loose lips: kimya Dawson 

So if you wanna burn yourself

Remember that I love you

And if you wanna cut yourself

Remember that I love you

And if you wanna kill yourself

Remember that I love you

Call me up before you're dead, we can make some plans instead

Send me an IM, I'll be your friend