Machine Girl Lyrics

There was a time where we

Let each other have it

We was so I'm loud

But there's no time now

And if there were I wouldn't

Have to hash it out

Like I'm leaving a

Sacred space between

Dream bug

My room is black

And I'm staring at infrared light

Like it's the last I'll ever see

On some drug

Is it even a change of scene what I need

Or leaving this repetitive brain in the weeds

Until a differing scene entirely you think

I hope I don't blow it out with my teeth

Do I speak

Machine Girl

Machine Girl

Machine Girl

I hope I don't blow it out with my teeth

Do I speak

Your hair is every color in the light

What's mine look like

Who's gonna take my warmth if you don't

I'm going to make you cry when we fight

My it's a fucking sweltering day outside

What a perfect bed to make my pool of dread and sweat

I was a lifeguard

I've got half a mind to find myself no water to drink

So I don't sour the precious sheet

That was so clean before I woke

On floor a note

On four I want the loudest sound I've ever heard to blare

So my ears can experience their final share

Of what this honor of hearing has to offer my ears, sing

Machine Girl

Machine Girl

Machine Girl

I hope I don't blow it out with my teeth

Do I speak

Sitting in a sinner's bisque pot position innit

I don't feel well

Well why would you

The screams are

Some of the sacred things

That I don't

Deal with well

Didn't matter before

So why would you

I can't believe our little one son

Is running long

The only way on

Stay

We didn't want him to run

Moving a lot every weekend

Is he outside

Until they see it

Bettering coming downing to the station

Then stop

Like I trusted you

Did you ever do my laundry

Hole in the side

Punch in

There's nothing in the hat

Except my hair

Eight four five nine

And empty air on me yeah

When the rum-soaked glass

My seconds are your milliseconds

Of a broken brown flask

Give or take and naked

I'm running out of options

Supplies itself cracked

Along the barefoot pass

There's calm and then there's catatonic

Passing like Gibraltar's own

There's calling kettle black

Levant would have

And then there's

Calling all the blueness chronic

Stabbed its tan inhabitants' calves

Machine Girl

A box of these simply insulting

catchphrases is

The grass is overhanging

Machine Girl

Dropping on shoulders

Each call-in so wallow in shadow

Overgrown on the curb

It cuts the legs of

Machine Girl

Tired boys out

Until the sun's popped up again

Surmounting our suburb

Sun or nothing but flood

They got the common to catch

The view is beautiful