I live down the street from you
You've noticed me I've never seen you
Wonder what the fuck I do
Listen up, you nosy bitch
Listen close
My most recent purchase, old black rope
Gonna learn how to tie it
Hang it in my chamber
A perfect reminder
Occult I'm made of
Come try it out whenever you wanna
Last night, 3:30 in the morning, death on my front porch, can feel him itchin to take me with him
Hail death, fuck you waiting for?
Like a question no one mention
He turns around hands me his weapon
He slurs, "use at your own discretion, it's been a pleasure
"it's been a pleasure, Jane Tragic"
All the nights I don't die for you
Wouldn't believe how many nights I ain't died for you
Not that I care
I'd be a liar if I sat here claiming I'd exit in a minute
But I can't say I wouldn't
I have my limits
credits
from Jane Tragic,
released October 24, 2016
Song written by Stefan Burnett, Zachary Hill, Andy Morin, 2015
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023