"She Makes Her Own Meals" by Old American

ft camille corazon because i can't sing my own shit.
ode to the lone(she)wolves i spy in parties, shows, weddings, and trains

the morning is so hungry for the afternoon teeth are sending signals they are signal lamps flashing on and off for the people they're intended for blink once for the money blink twice for the show no whammies no whammies armored by your headphones on your way to work and nobody is bothering to look up your skirt
staggered by the phrases in their heads the sound it throws a pitch and kicks up dirt but but i love the lonely girl encased in the car and a crowd of kids you don't get their jokes or the songs they sing conversations with the floor are never going to end dressing you up to play pretend or in a busy body box you have the table to yourself fixed in a snowglobe where dust is your satellite waiting to be put back on the shelf, but, i want to shake you up, i just might because because because because i love the lonely girl endowing a world with bold footprints they're watching from outside of a glass case conjuring the past with the present tense
and the words become a mottle on your cute face blink thrice for a dish and the baptist's head if you feel lonelier i'm asleep or dead i'm hanging on the wall like an old friend you have dinner with cracked mirrors on the mend and the tunnels between buildings become longer and heavy bags are hanging off your soft hands the wind is picking up but it don't matter you're armored by your headphones in the end and i love the lonely girl and then i get it, there isn't anymore to rent

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• Old american
• pole dance