1. |
Plush
03:13
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poke my cheek
and i'll chew
your finger through
he's made me so weak
i've turned into goo
i'll trickle down the drain
down i go
can i climb up again
or will he know?
i wish he'd crawl on me
trapped in his hold
wrapped around
so tightly
we'd never feel cold
i'll trace the shape of him
he'll become my mold
and settle right in
solidify in his bones
oh please
you don't want me to go
no don't say
because i don't want to know
it's okay
it's not your fault
it's my brain
that made you feel like home
oh
poke me
i don't want to leave
because something
still feels incomplete
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2. |
Guilty
05:43
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itchy knuckles
and itchy eyes
don't know what caused it
i'm biting off the dead skin
i can't look you in the eye
flicker of the lights
flicker in mine
sharp pin, puncture the fuzzing hum
leave before you even come
i knew it all along
i see right through your facade
i want to hate you, but i can't
you're the best part
sticky thighs
i'm guilty all the time
and when will i accept
it will never be mine
swollen palms
redden at night
spoke only once
but said a thousand lines
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3. |
Spew
02:38
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me oh my
couldn't hurt a fly
couldn't sew a seam
threw up my
cherry pie
it came up pink
i'm terrified
cos i can read their minds
it's just me sipping green tea
it keeps me clean
try to not
show much
but it's bleeding through my teeth
i'm terrified
cos i can read their minds
it's coming up red now
shouldn't i be dead now?
it's coming up red now
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4. |
5:15
02:54
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i feel it blow
the raindrops hit like sparkling
it's cuckoo spit
i always miss by the skin of my teeth
he beckoned to me
across the street he's whispering
"be with me
i'll wrap you up and lock you in"
it shivered through me
his voice like pin pricks in my skin
i'm his
it's priceless
to me
these runny noses
smell yellow roses in the fields
he strokes my chin
he blocks the sun but light beams in
he lays me down
my eyes open no one's round
he doesn't want me
it's just my world i'm living in
there's so much fog inside
and i'm too weak to become thin
for him
he's priceless
to me
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5. |
Intangible
01:57
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I can't quite put it into words
glaucous eyes
an unquenchable thirst
tainted glass
flaking trees
i want to be ignorant
it wont ever be me
i waved you turned away
that said everything you needed to say
i waved you turned away
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6. |
Purple Coffee
02:07
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blackberry fingertips
tobacco scented sheets
looks like blood
tastes so sweet
it's in my grasp
but i'll let it spill
gravel scraped knees
distract me please
is he looking at me?
please don't look at me
i hope he's looking at me
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Cuckoo Spit London, UK
Cuckoo Spit is a spooky and sweet lo-fi project born in songwriter Lottie Morton’s bedroom. The songs deal with personal themes such as limerence and suspicion and are all self produced amateur style on Garageband.
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