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Little Death

from hope less by queer father

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it’s such a shame that you’re so good at what you do
Oscar the Grouch with a pouty grin
and a hole in the crotch
a vampire biting my lip drawing blood
giving me rope burn, my lips hurt

you’re gonna be the little death of me
you’re gonna be the little death of me
how will I survive the wait

your venom fills my body as you scream
I was never there, there’s no room for other thoughts
and you’re the only human on earth, don’t we all know
but it’s such a shame that you’re so good at what you do
I walk away with my head bowed
the quicker I make it the less likely I am to say ‘wait’

you’re gonna be the little death of me
you’re gonna be the little death of me
why would I try to hold on and wait

you’re gonna be the little death of me
you’re gonna be the little death of me
I will not try and make you sane

you gave me a hoodie from 1993
it somehow managed to slip out the box
I guess your aliens kicked it out
oops, silly me

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from hope less, released June 24, 2022
Larry Lee: vocals, bass, Mellotron, and sculptor synth

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