Lyrics to Carrie & Lowell & Cody (Pendent)
Yeah
Yeah, ooh
I self harm with Sufjan
All swole up with martyrdom
The dumb dom she subbed to
I played it cool while being run through
Mom's novel's still edging
I won't spend my life pretending
I loved her for her graceful dwindling
Mom's carcass turns my heart to kindling
Whole life futile, fucking chopping
Blindly at wood: cock, nose, and coffin
Rightfully no dysphoric option
For emo Tom Hardy and his soulful droppings
Equestrian rehab, called Vertava
Israel called me up, said, "Ha ha!
You're the homeless schizo on the street who
Yells out, 'I'm an ally! Look at me!'"
You left me shamefully
David, I miss my—, David, I miss my—
With the scent of women I could be
David, I miss my mom, mom, mom, mom
You bored me blind from death to life because the
Maze you left's on fire tonight, can I
Open my eyes, open my eyes?
High as fuck in the backroom and hear
Idol waves and sonic booms, can I
Open my eyes, open my eyes—
Without you, without you?
So I peel off—
Jogging highways, no sleep
In the hopes I won't sink too
Deep my daughters cannot fish me out
I'll never do to them what you did to me, Mom
Quarantine is over, those interminable terminals and their
Locked gates didn't have to rob me of your embrace
And you still can't see
David, I miss my—, David, I miss my—
Why I don't believe
In your ha-ha-Hashem
You stitched my gaze back in the garage
And sewed in Donald Trump montages
Can I open my eyes, open my eyes?
My girl's alive and I got Sean and those
Saucy fuckers turn me on, who can
Open my eyes? Open my—
Only I
(Bah bah bah!)
Only I
(Bah bah bah!)
In the back of me
There is something that is odd
Think it is I, think it is I! Do right!
Don't you sing everything onto me
Don't you say anything onto me
I don't know why you—
(La, la, la)
Cut my cord away, Ima
Cut my cord away
'Cause I have nothing to show
I have nothing to glow for
(Ima, cut my cord away)
Cut my cord away
Mama, cut my cord away
(Ima, cut my cord)
'Cause I have nothing to show
I have nothing to glow for
I don't wanna be the things that only you would show me
I could never be like you
I don't wanna be the things that only you would show me
I could never be like you
Yeah, ooh
I self harm with Sufjan
All swole up with martyrdom
The dumb dom she subbed to
I played it cool while being run through
Mom's novel's still edging
I won't spend my life pretending
I loved her for her graceful dwindling
Mom's carcass turns my heart to kindling
Whole life futile, fucking chopping
Blindly at wood: cock, nose, and coffin
Rightfully no dysphoric option
For emo Tom Hardy and his soulful droppings
Equestrian rehab, called Vertava
Israel called me up, said, "Ha ha!
You're the homeless schizo on the street who
Yells out, 'I'm an ally! Look at me!'"
You left me shamefully
David, I miss my—, David, I miss my—
With the scent of women I could be
David, I miss my mom, mom, mom, mom
You bored me blind from death to life because the
Maze you left's on fire tonight, can I
Open my eyes, open my eyes?
High as fuck in the backroom and hear
Idol waves and sonic booms, can I
Open my eyes, open my eyes—
Without you, without you?
So I peel off—
Jogging highways, no sleep
In the hopes I won't sink too
Deep my daughters cannot fish me out
I'll never do to them what you did to me, Mom
Quarantine is over, those interminable terminals and their
Locked gates didn't have to rob me of your embrace
And you still can't see
David, I miss my—, David, I miss my—
Why I don't believe
In your ha-ha-Hashem
You stitched my gaze back in the garage
And sewed in Donald Trump montages
Can I open my eyes, open my eyes?
My girl's alive and I got Sean and those
Saucy fuckers turn me on, who can
Open my eyes? Open my—
Only I
(Bah bah bah!)
Only I
(Bah bah bah!)
In the back of me
There is something that is odd
Think it is I, think it is I! Do right!
Don't you sing everything onto me
Don't you say anything onto me
I don't know why you—
(La, la, la)
Cut my cord away, Ima
Cut my cord away
'Cause I have nothing to show
I have nothing to glow for
(Ima, cut my cord away)
Cut my cord away
Mama, cut my cord away
(Ima, cut my cord)
'Cause I have nothing to show
I have nothing to glow for
I don't wanna be the things that only you would show me
I could never be like you
I don't wanna be the things that only you would show me
I could never be like you
