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We Can Fix This
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So I know it's kind of tense these days.
I know I'm busy and you're very far away.
I know I never call.
We seem to fight more lately
And you say I'm a monster, but you also like to tell me you love me.
Don't worry, I know a way. I've seen it before.
Let's get married and lose all our friends.
Erase who we are, and then we can pretend
We're something kind of wholesome.
Let's get married and take some cute pictures.
We'll carve our fake smiles deep in some dusty photo album.
We can bring them to therapy.
Let's get married and lose all the sex,
And even if it wasn't good to begin with
Let's grow to resent one another
Though each would never touch the other.
At night we can pretend to be sleeping
And listen close to hear the last of the breathing.
And when the morning warms our eyelids
Let's clench our fists and wonder
Who we could have been if we'd never met.
And we can try to fix it with children
And when that doesn't work we can always try to fix it with violence.
Our shouting will haunt them like a cancer.
And when we're sure the damage is done
Let's get a divorce and take away all their weekends.
Let's never let them escape us.
And let's march to our graves in distant parallel lines.
And let's grind our teeth to a powder, bloody and fine.
Let's never connect to another person,
Let's poison ourselves on ourselves,
Drinking deep the hemlock of our hate.
And I can't stand your laughter
And all those dumb sweet names.
Every kiss is a chore now,
But baby I think we can fix this.
We can plan some desperate vacations,.
We can just not talk at all.
Hate-fuck through our frustrations,
Yeah baby I think we can fix this.
And we could spend the rest of our lives doing better things
But baby I think we can fix this.
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I think all these people I work with are scared of me
And that's okay. I'm happy they're scared of me.
I prowl through the aisles, eyes struck wild by the empty.
Ravenous and sick and sad and angry.
This place makes me feel like I am an alien.
I hide tentacles beneath my skin
And I think nice thoughts about the day they'll burst right through
But today I have to keep them tucked within.
I'm here most of the hours I'm awake.
Some days I do nothing with the rest,
And I can feel the screaming in my belly and my chest.
I'm really disappointed I don't break.
Someday I'll fill my fists with glass from these fucking fluorescent lights
And I will run until my ligaments tear in two.
And I will find all of the threads that bind me here so tightly
And I will bite, and I will tear right through.
I don't care about your fantasy sportsball league
'Cause sports are boring and exploitative,
And I don't wanna talk about how the Eagles won
Because football's just a slow moving snuff-film,
And if I wanted to do all your Christian shit
Then I wouldn't have run from the Church,
And if I didn't have a lifetime of eating disorders
Maybe I would join your weight-loss game, but I do.
I feel nothing in common with you.
Everything we do here hurts somebody.
Everything we do here hurts the Earth,
But I've got tons of student loans to pay
And I'm a coward so I stay
But someday I won't have to hate myself.
And I'm not shoving little kids in cages.
I don't work for Marlboro or BP,
But I don't think that I should ever let myself feel any better
Just because I'm not as evil as I could be.
I wonder if anyone else here feels this.
Maybe we all self-loathe just the same.
And I know they're all just humans desperate for some way to live,
But I'm looking for someone but myself to blame.
And I will fill my fists with glass from these fucking fluorescent lights
And I will run until my ligaments tear in two.
And I will find my brave on that most glorious of days,
But I've no idea how long that will take.
And I will fill my fists with glass from these fucking fluorescent lights
And I will run until my ligaments tear in two.
And I will find my brave on that most glorious of days,
But I've no idea how long that will take.
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Breakfast for Turtles Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Breakfast for Turtles is a folk-punk-adjacent band of friendly reptiles from Philadelphia. Expect high energy, heavy bass
solos, danceable rhythms and intense, emotive lyricism.
Lead Vox/Guitar - Gabe Robitaille
Harmonies/Bass - Ben Anderson
Drums - Matt DiPaolo
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