Slick

If you take me
you just wanna see my baby,
but you don’t wanna feed my baby.
Heard you blacked out
in the back with the music,
a fact you’re refusing,
I guess you don’t sweat it.
Don’t know why you’re surprised somebody—
someone with the money’s sick of all of the same old same.
I play the game alright ‘cause

I don’t get bored easily,
it’s the small things.
Been here before—
nothing new, bright, or shiny.
Covered in bleach in the sink.
Count the cash.
Let it soak in the trash for a week.

On my dime, on my own.
Every night I’m thinking about who I owe.
Sell my hand or call my landlord?
If you hate me,
if you just wanna call me lazy
(you just wanna call me lazy),
I’ve got a list of questions I need to understand,
so I’ll know why I can't get by
without falling to the opposite side.
I'm alive.
I’m alive.
Oh God, I noticed.

On my dime, on my own.
Every night I’m thinking about who I owe.
Sell my hand or keep thinking about it.
All this time, on my own.
Every night I’m thinking about who I owe.

Why?
It’s a lie to my face until it’s not covered in grease.
Do you think I would mind if you wanna resign?
I can’t stand you.

I don’t get bored easily,
it’s the small things.
Been here before—
nothing new, bright, or shiny.
Covered in bleach in the sink.
I want to drain it.
Level and repaint it all black.

credits

from Telepathy, released September 15, 2023
Words and music by Stagbriar.

license

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