Small Town Ghosts
Petite and sweet, so afraid of being rejected
You are just meat, something succulent to devour
These are the words that you feed to me in the night
Visions blurred, I see a hybrid, Bugs Bundy
You're always quick to call me crazy and lazy
You say it best I'm fucking stupid and useless
Sweet as poison, Life is just spoiling
And I let it rot
The small town ghosts are all waiting here to see
My escape from this life of damnation
The small town ghosts think that there is hell to pay
And when due dilligence is served, I'll be in wonderland parades
So torn in half, oh I may just eat at myself
A honeyed bath, the decadence of tears of wealth
Breeding lillies out of trees of silk and mire
Wearing darkness, grotesque sadness
You're always quick to call me crazy and lazy
You say it best I'm fucking stupid and useless
Sweet as poison, Life is just spoiling
And I let it rot
The small town ghosts are all waiting here to see
My escape from this life of damnation
The small ghosts think that there is hell to pay
And when due dilligence is served, I'll be in wonderland parades
The things from the dirt
Have been so perturbed
They say that if I don't see things quite right
The world could end in a dying fight
The star that they believe I am
Is royalty and they can't stand
To see the willow trees falling over me
The small town ghosts are all waiting here to see
My escape from this life of damnation
The small ghosts think that there is hell to pay
And when due dilligence is served, I'll be in wonderland parades
You are just meat, something succulent to devour
These are the words that you feed to me in the night
Visions blurred, I see a hybrid, Bugs Bundy
You're always quick to call me crazy and lazy
You say it best I'm fucking stupid and useless
Sweet as poison, Life is just spoiling
And I let it rot
The small town ghosts are all waiting here to see
My escape from this life of damnation
The small town ghosts think that there is hell to pay
And when due dilligence is served, I'll be in wonderland parades
So torn in half, oh I may just eat at myself
A honeyed bath, the decadence of tears of wealth
Breeding lillies out of trees of silk and mire
Wearing darkness, grotesque sadness
You're always quick to call me crazy and lazy
You say it best I'm fucking stupid and useless
Sweet as poison, Life is just spoiling
And I let it rot
The small town ghosts are all waiting here to see
My escape from this life of damnation
The small ghosts think that there is hell to pay
And when due dilligence is served, I'll be in wonderland parades
The things from the dirt
Have been so perturbed
They say that if I don't see things quite right
The world could end in a dying fight
The star that they believe I am
Is royalty and they can't stand
To see the willow trees falling over me
The small town ghosts are all waiting here to see
My escape from this life of damnation
The small ghosts think that there is hell to pay
And when due dilligence is served, I'll be in wonderland parades
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Writer(s): Safiatu Bah
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