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lyrics

We chain our bodies to the things we hate.
An object of desire.
Not ‘the one,’ but a one.
We chain our bodies to the things we hate.

Because I ask for it.
Please walk across my spine at least I can feel something real.
We chain our bodies to the things we hate.
Because I ask for it.
Please walk across my spine at least I can feel something real.
We chain our bodies to the things we hate.

I am this overflowing ashtray.
I am a bug on your windshield.
I am a hole, a hole in which to fuck.
Not even second best, a consolation prize,
unworthy of your time.
Searching for tenderness,
never reaching a peak.
Writing notes of our failures,
reminders of emptiness.

I can’t feel my face anymore.
I can’t feel what’s beside me.
She waits for a moment
when it all slows down.

I am this overflowing ashtray.
I am a bug on your windshield.
I am a hole in which to fuck.
Not even second best, a consolation prize,
unworthy of your time.
I have forgotten my role in this equation,
one woman, one man, no consent.
I have forgotten my role in this equation,
one woman, one man, no consent.
I am only flesh.
You are only flesh.
I am only flesh.
You are only flesh.
I am only flesh.
You are only flesh.
I am only flesh.
You are only flesh.

I am this overflowing ashtray.
I am a bug on your windshield.
I am a hole in which to fuck.
Not even second best, a consolation prize,
unworthy of your time.
I am this overflowing ashtray.
I am a bug on your windshield.
I am a hole in which to fuck.
Not even second best, a consolation prize,
unworthy of your time.

Please forget I exist.
Confusing love with lust.
Tracing words on your shoulder,
hoping to feel something real.
Please forget I exist,
let me sit and stare
at the world above,
let the bugs have me.
Please forget I exist.
I am only flesh.
You are only flesh
Please forget I exist.

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from easy listening, released August 8, 2018

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