If you've ever left your grocery list somewhere I've probably already tacked it to my wall

by Flower Politics

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released January 8, 2014

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Track Name: my cat has not adopted the vegetarian lifestyle
My cat's gonna eat me when I die
I can't confide in her now that I've realized this,
melatonin's not enough,
when these nights are so rough,
I didn't sign up for this,
My cat's a second pillow,
I try to hug her everyday but she runs away,
If I die, I know that she'll eat me,
What kind of loyalty is this,
And there's a car crash 3 miles away,
my cat comes to save the day but she's blood thirsty,
I try to laugh it off, tried to laugh it off, but it's so disturbing,
why can't we live in harmony?
Car crash, 3 miles away, my cat comes to save the day,
bloodthirsty
Track Name: everything's metaphorical
I've only had 2 panic attacks today
banished ghosts from my room, hey.
getting a lot done,
everything should be in place,
Eyeliner's always a mess,
everything's a metaphor anyway,
Do you think the ghosts take satire for what it's worth,
everything is black and bleak and it keeps on getting worse,
your skin's pale and cold,
I know it's getting old,
and it's not to be romanticized,
but you seem to thrive like I do,
on coffee drenched lullabies,
you're so divine,
the empty space between our bones cries for some warmth,
but we don't know how to live in the sunshine,
If I title this mixtape "my feelings" and throw it at your face will you feel this facade?
Track Name: bet you thought that was the last of these shitty lyrics
I've only had 2 panic attacks today
banished ghosts from my room, hey.
getting a lot done,
everything should be in place,
Eyeliner's always a mess,
everything's a metaphor anyway,
Do you think the ghosts take satire for what it's worth,
everything is black and bleak and it keeps on getting worse,
your skin's pale and cold,
I know it's getting old,
and it's not to be romanticized,
but you seem to thrive like I do,
on coffee drenched lullabies,
you're so divine,
the empty space between our bones cries for some warmth,
but we don't know how to live in the sunshine,
If I title this mixtape "my feelings" and throw it at your face will you feel this facade?
Track Name: we never used to be this kind (of quiet)
The TV won't stop selling you drugs
your boyfriend thinks he's a real thug
your life is clearly a mess
you're 16 and you still wear sketchers
you're 20 but you still shop at walmart
the love comes cheaper than the hair dye its drenched in
your life is a plastic bottle but its non-recyclable
you cast your songs into the ocean where they're eaten by sharks
your bed welcomes tourists every night
but your grandma still sends you valentines
your eyeliner is clearly a mess
and so is the way you dress
even concealer can't hide the fact that your dayjob isn't working
I wan't to go to your funeral so I can watch you rot
(Outro)
Track Name: serial killer inside // Where the fuck is my harmonica
the air smells fresh again
the water is cold and you're still breathing slow but surely
and your gaze is soft but steady
I swear i hear your voice in the wind
I can't escape the gravity of it
I didn't have to kill you
I didn't have to smother you face in duct tape
but it's better that way
I didn't have to stab you
I didn't have to bring all my cats to eat your flesh away
you're still smiling in your grave
the dirt collects in your lungs
It's not my fault
It's all my fault
even plants grow in the dirtiest places
I'm still running the mazes
I'm still back in the phases of what we were
and how I loved your corpse
for what it's worth
I still fucking hate your guts
I didn't have to kill you
didn't have to smother your face
Track Name: Amphibian
we're cold hearted but we adapt
we're just vultures fighting for flesh but we'll never be full
Fuck you Web MD for making me feel like I have cancer
Fuck you morals for making me a monster
I can be pure
I can be whole
But for now I'm just trying to be enough to hold
when it gets cold
and the wind is so violent
like you,
like me,
we're all so empty
Isn't it kind of funny
when our smiles are pulled apart, we're all so dark
Help I've got tunnel vision again
Track Name: BAGELS x 3.1415926535
I've learned the ways of the trailer park
my cats just with me for my body
girl in the librarys reading a book about teen rape
when i fall asleep youre still awake
I call my songs "experimental" as a disclaimer for their suckiness
I swear I'm not on drugs