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Hi, Mia
Hello
This is great-grandma and grandpa Fawcett
We just called to wish you a happy birthday
So we'll sing to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Mia
Happy birthday to you
Classify my curdled courage
As a product of expired will
By design, my thoughts are ruthless
Smoke them out so they don't kill
Through bouts of mild apostacy
I'm not the things I do or those that have been done to me
Product of my adolescence
I've been 25 since 17
Gauging worth through false connections
Built through my own naivety
Twisted through hypocrisy
I'm everything I was and never wanted to be
But I keep breaking down
I can't think of the future
Cause I'm overwhelmed with now
But I keep waiting it out
Cause something in my spine
Is screaming louder than my doubts
Suicidal ideations
Entertain me more than games
Thank God for procrastination
It's kept me here this many days
Cake and absinthe for my birthday
The calories control my thoughts
But my friends are laughing in the driveway
And they're everything I could ever want
But I keep breaking down
Oppressed by my depression
And an overactive mouth
But I keep waiting it out
Cause there's still times that keep me hopeful
Maybe things will turn around
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Insults
03:03
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I'm not sorry for this new behavior
Just know that what we had is ruined
We loved loud and now we're two cold strangers
Just moved the fire to the music
Broke my heart and I could try to get even
Could break your name, try to hold you back
But that would only prove me wrong
Cause I've been saying that I've been moved on
A little honest with my lyrics lately
It's kinda funny how that drove you crazy
Call me crazy, call me out
Call me crazy, call me out
I've got a thing for pretty narcissists
Something about a cold praise
Manipulation is my love language
I crave the bite of disdain
Trophy boy, I wish you had it less easy
I kinda wish you had to work for it
But that would only prove you right
When you said you didn't need my lines
A little honest with your insults, baby
It's kinda funny how you call me crazy
Call me crazy, call me out
Call me crazy, call me out
Call me out
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Dead Dog
03:24
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Insecure, and folding at loud noises
The guitar's too loud but it quiets all the voices in me
Post-traumatic, screaming in the rearview
Dear backseat driver, I don't wanna hear from you
And I always cry
In the movies
When the dog dies
And you'd pull a knife
Against an amputee
In a fist fight
Losing faith and not just in religion
With cruel conversations, till we're kissing in the kitchen again
Testimonies writhing under drugged air
Stuck overdosing, old and broken lust affairs
Snow is coming soon
Can tell by how the leaves are
Shelter in my room
Feeling out of place
But you don't wanna leave yet
Basking in the taste of wine
And stranger secrets
Filling in the space
And I always hide
From what I don't know
For fear of landmines
And you seem to thrive
Amongst the shitshow
We know as real life
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Valentine's Day
03:54
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You're all over my skin, darling
You're the cold biting my cheeks
I get caught up in moments like this
Though I know where it's likely to lead
Inconsistently consistent with all the ways
That I ruin these things
Ostentatiously holding them up
For a stray dog to come out and eat
And I'm still looking for a way
To wash away the residue of my last mistake
But it's okay, I'll move some shit around my room
And make some space if you want to stay
So where do you wanna sleep
On the couch or next to me
I'm fine with it either way
You know it's Valentine's Day
Just another excuse to buy flowers and candy
For very good friends
Touch me softly and tell me you're happy
If you might wanna try this again
Etch and sketch, shake me up and start all over
I see your stare, it's telling me I should come closer
We're both looking for distractions from our own heads
It seems to me the perfect place could be the same bed
So where do you wanna sleep
On the couch or next to me
I'm fine with it either way
You know it's Valentine's Day
So where do you wanna sleep
On the couch or next to me
I'm fine with it either way
You know it's Valentine's Day
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Big Halftime Show
05:33
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Oh
Let's take this slowly
I don't wanna waste my time
On anything unholy
Except you and I under some gospel lights
We could pull some romance
Hold hands, maybe slow dance
Post it, lose some old friends
Close our eyes and
Dream about some paradise
I'd like to kiss you
Stay home with you
When you're sick
I might pick fights
But I'd pick your side
If you're pissed
Isn't that the dream?
What we hope for what we need
Well, not for me, that's not for me
I'll cut my losses
Keep my teeth
When I don't lie awake at night
When I'm at home inside my own
that's how I feel when I am stoned
That's why I love to be alone
Quickly winters faded
But so am I, I've traded all my
Holy ghosts for demons and
Maybe just believing isn't meant for me
Is this domestic life the best that I can be?
Or should I cry out
Pray the skies might speak to me
Is this just a dream?
Why do I lie awake and scream?
It's all for me, it's all for me
My life choices blood for seed
I guess I'll reap the crops I sow
I know I loved and lose my throne
I managed that all on my own
But look at me,
I guess I'm grown up
Oh, let's take this slowly
I don't want to waste my time
One anything unholy
Except you and I under some gospel lights
Quickly winters faded
but so am I, I've traded all my
Holy Ghosts for demons and
Maybe just believing isn't meant for me
Is this just a dream?
Why do I lie awake and scream?
It's all for me, it's all for me
My life choice is blood for seed
I guess I'll reap the crops I sow
I know I loved and lost my throne
I managed that all on my own
But look at me
I guess I'm grown up
Now
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Tolerance
03:23
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I'm losing my patience trying to fix myself
And wishing for changes doesn't do much for my health
I wish my liver didn't have to work so hard and my lungs were clear of smoke
Cause touching skin inside my car with someone I don't know
Doesn't hold the thrill it used to when I was young
Maybe I'm older now, maybe I'm coming undone
My sister and my brother never seemed to fall apart like this
I felt the sun one summer but the damage didn't leave me like he did
And would the devil make a deal with me if I can't find my heart
My reality has shifted and I think I might've wandered too far
And I'm not scared of death or dying but I'm not trying to sleep with it
And I would rather flee or fight than let another person in
Cause nothing holds the thrill it used to when I was young
Maybe I'm older now, maybe I'm coming undone
Is it too late to reconcile
The choices I've made that weren't worthwhile
Cause nothing holds the thrill it used to when I was young
Maybe I'm older now, maybe I'm coming undone
Cause nothing holds the thrill anymore
Nothing holds the thrill anymore
And I don't even feel anymore
Cause nothing holds the thrill anymore
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Wasted
05:31
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Soap
03:48
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Religisticious
04:17
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Snowflakes
04:27
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Drusky Salt Lake City, Utah
Heartbreak. Religious trauma. Dogs.
SLC Angst
Mia Hicken
(guitar, vocals) Casey Ball (guitar) and Eli Pratt (bass) recently saw the prodigal return of Scotty Knutson behind the kit. Dear friend Stacie Fleischer completed work on “In Transit” as well as the band’s debut LP, "Cake & Absinthe"
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