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1.
03:00
won't you come around in your car in the middle of the night again? i've got a thundering storm cloud hanging low above my head again and if i lied about my age, is it fine? would you mind? sorry, we can blame it on that i'm young, naïve, and really miserable and yeah, i wanna spend the night with you yeah, i wanna feel a beating, bleeding heart, don't you? because i've never really known but i pinky promise you i'm grown and i wanna know what it feels like won't you take me to the place where you took me in your arms again? and fill my lungs up with your smoke until i find a way to breathe again? i ain't scared of boys, but boy, you're a man and if anybody could i'm sure you can for a girl this young, naïve, and miserable and yeah, i wanna spend the night with you yeah, i wanna feel a beating, bleeding heart, don't you? because i've never really known but i pinky promise you i'm grown and i wanna know what it feels like you want a fresh cut flower and i'm your sweet red rose you want a fresh cut flower and i'm your sweet red rose you want a fresh cut flower and i'm your sweet red rose you want a fresh cut flower and i'm your sweet red rose yeah, i wanna spend the night with you yeah, i wanna feel something, anything for once don't you turn around, don't take me home you know i pinky promise you i'm grown and i wanna know what it feels like
2.
02:50
all alone in my bedroom with the lights turned down and my roommate gone i know it's over still i cling on but i'm my own right-hand girl and i don't need anyone but sometimes i miss your stupid face, and your taste and your smoking gun it's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes are so much wetter than the space between my thighs oh, oh, oh i can't help if thinking about you only makes me cry it keeps me wet, you keep me wet, 'til i run dry it's nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy where i'm all alone and i feel the cold, dark earth caressing me 'cause i'm six feet under nearly, and i don't have anyone but this wouldn't be the first or last time that both these tears and i have come it's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes are so much wetter than the space between my thighs oh, oh, oh i can't help if thinking about you only makes me cry it keeps me wet, you keep me wet, 'til i run dry my blood runs cold, my thoughts are plasmic i'm not letting go and letting go could be orgasmic but i guess i wouldn't know *assorted carnal exclamations of thirst for austin corona* it's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes are so much wetter than the space between my thighs oh, oh, oh i can't help if thinking about you only makes me cry it keeps me wet, you keep me wet, 'til i run dry
3.
james deen you let me down why'd you have to make this so hard why'd you have to leave so many women so emotionally scarred james deen you let me down i used to think you were the one for me but the only think that i'd give you now is a crudely done vasectomy james deen we were rooting for you i used to think about you when i touched my boobs james deen, baby, what can i do except boycott your every move? james deen you let me down i used to think you were the brightest star but james, there is no safe word to keep me from hitting you with my car james deen we were rooting for you i used to think about you when i touched my boobs james deen, baby, what can i do except boycott your every move? (james deen you let us down) (you let us all down) (ya bastard)
4.
04:10
you said that you didn’t have a heart and that you’d need mine instead, and you said i was your one and only lifeline how’s it gonna help me when you’re too far gone to try? all you do is smoke those marlboros and slowly putrefy i don’t want to live together knowing we'd both rather die and i’m so disillusioned with sad boys now i’m so disillusioned with sad boys now you stand in the middle of the avenue just waiting i can’t be the one to always push you back to pavement how’s it gonna help me when you’re too far gone to try? all you do is smoke those marlboros and slowly putrefy i don’t want to live together knowing we'd both rather die and i’m so disillusioned with sad boys now i’m so disillusioned with sad boys now i’m not a flower that wilts only for you to teach me to grow i’m not a drunken wet kiss in the basement at one of your shows i’m not the physical manifestation of all your mistakes i can’t keep dropping more glasses and hoping the next one won’t break and i’m so disillusioned with sad boys now i’m so disillusioned with sad boys now
5.
04:00
i made my bed in flowers grew basil in my hair i must have walked for hours halfway to who knows where god knows i'm only human i get so inhumane so i take my lithium i feel like kurt cobain what if i'm nothing but a cardiac arresting sweetheart a half run-over cat left in the street and you're the maggot craving rotten flesh left outside in the heat i don't need support 'cause i've got my underwire bra you're into rigor mortis ain't that against the law? unless you tell them i'm your cardiac arresting sweetheart half run-over cat left in the street you're just a maggot craving rotten flesh left outside in the heat what's your best secret? you can trust me you're hanging beside me on the same tight clothesline here's my best secret: i keep hoping i'm not dirty laundry 'til my tears all soak in what's your best secret? you can trust me you're hanging beside me on the same tight clothesline here's my best secret: i keep hoping i'm not dirty laundry 'til my tears all soak in
6.
don't wanna be somebody's mother don't wanna be a wife tell me i'm all that you're scared of call me king dyke "so are you a boy or are you just your trauma?" i'm not a broken thing or one or the other sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen i can't leave the house every time i bleed per month can't reclaim what you don't know as dysphoria and i don't hate myself i'm just a dead name, and you're in my way sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen sweet cis teen, sweet cis teen to be trans is to be your own pall bearer— to carry the weight of a dead person around with you. if my gender could be sold, it wouldn't fit inside the pages of ms. magazine. my gender can't speak, but even if it could, it'd stay hidden in the corner of every room trying to keep quiet anyway. learn to piece my parts together on an assembly line— learn to code a language where i am not excluded if my gender had a pair of arms, it'd point out all the rallies i didn't get the invitation for. how in the second wave we fought for gender equality and limited the number to two. if my gender had legs, it would sprint. catch up with all the progress that feminism is making. all the FUCKING progress that T.E.R.F. feminism is making.
7.
03:24
nice nice, so you a virgin? nice nice, what color are your panties? nice nice, so you a virgin? nice nice, what color are your panties? what would you do with me if i was there with you right now? what would you do with me if i was there with you right now? nice nice, so you a virgin? nice nice, what color are your panties? nice nice, so you a virgin? nice nice, what color are your panties? what would you do with me if i was there with you right now? what would you do with me if i was there with you right now? nice nice, so you a virgin? nice nice, what color are your panties? nice nice, so you a virgin? nice nice, what color are your panties? i got a couple questions: hey girl, it's such a shame you got your parents home but we can just netflix and chill until you're all alone! oh, you're out with your friends? do ya'll go lesbian? if i was with you would you, like, start making out with them? shave your pubes in the shape of my initials take your shirt off let me see your lady nipples hey baby, i like 'em thicc i need a big fat ass for my TEN FOOT DICK nice nice, so you a virgin? nice nice, what color are your panties? nice nice, so you a virgin? nice nice, what color are your panties? whatever you dumb, fat slut, i wouldn't fuck you anyway! 1, 2, 3, 4! *complete and utter incoherence* suck my dick, mommy have you ever sucked dick in a church? so you're a singer? wanna show me what else that mouth can do? woah, i wanna be deep inside you right now i wanna lick your nipples and pump you deepy

credits

released February 14, 2017

austin corona - drums
lea jaffe - vocals, guitar
otto klammer - vocals, bass
brennan wedl - vocals, guitar

groan, wet, and maggot written by lea
james deen you let us down, sad boys, and nice nice written by lea and bren
sweet cis teen written by otto

all songs produced, mixed, mastered, tambourined, and sautéed by SASHA STROUD at the record company and otto's home

sasha stroud, we love you and we always will. will you be our valentine?

special thanks to the record company, madison campbell, harley cullen, billy cunningham, theresa heaney, anna limina, alessandro streganonna maione, jack whelan, otto's housemates and upstairs neighbors, andy and marty at dumpling palace, and our therapists for the gear/space/moral support, tag yourselves.

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