SLOW FICTION – Monday
Lyrics
I am a subsidiary
of my own sadness
I’m hoping to find
some clarity, I think
about vintage videos
things that used to make me happy my little socks with cowboy
hats, scary films & things like that
I am a subsidiary
of your daddy’s capitalism
your thoughts traded for pennies, well they used to make me happy you write your bodega lollipop tragedies like my broken toe, on your skinned knee
It’s a Monday and
I’m going to find
some clarity cos
I can’t stand
this ordinary living
No I can’t stand my
fake inner peace
And I can’t stand
my bad energy
So get out
Get out
Get out
baby get out
while you can
make your plans
cause I can’t stand
my fake inner peace
no I can’t stand
my bad energy
anymore
I am telescopic illusion
turning into fractions of myself
the meaning of joy is whenever you’re laughing I was born in a pool of blood
I am a remnant of my youth
the meaning of time is whatever I make it
My love is an overflowing bag of laundry My friends are the dust bunnies
in the corners of my bedroom,
sometimes I bite my lip
sometimes to taste the blood
Well, it’s a Monday and
I’m going to find
some clarity cos
I can’t stand
this ordinary living
No I can’t stand my fake inner peace And I can’t stand my bad energy
So get out
Get out
Get out
baby get out
while you can
make your plans
cause I can’t stand
my fake inner peace
no I can’t stand
my bad energy
Not anymore
Song Lyrics & Chords SLOW FICTION – Monday
