The end of capitalism
Winners and losers
Louis the Fifth
Lyrical waxing
Jumping off a cliff
Your breath on my eye
Too loose
A compass and teeth
Hash away at Twitter
Bring me back
The blood is over flowing
The streets are wet
I stick my finger
To plug it up
Don't lose it
The dust is settling
The detailing is sublime
My nipples are shivering
Quietly erect

There are no truths anymore
And the rain keeps on
Only picture windows

Every day, every day, every day
Things smell like
Dark chocolate
Cocoa butter
Every day, every day, every day
Things smell like
Dark chocolate
Cocoa butter
When your skin brings me back
Give me some (?)
I fake lashes on the pillow
(?) smile

Relentlessly
Your lips follow me
Nose is running
But I can't get away
I want it
Overly natural feminist movement
Strike, struggle smoky ring starlit
I'll take jersey bay
Lick the violence
In a plastic sign
You get your life back
Plastic sign
Get your life back, yoga
Narrow wooden stair
Glass party
Made in China
Drew back on the mirror
Broken up the longing
Lips
More driving
And the street signs
Take out the voiceover
A Fleetwood Mac song
Clapping is too loud
I feel bad for you
I feel bad for me
Every day, every day, every day
I feel bad for you
I feel bad for me
Get your life back, yoga
Every day, every day, every day
I feel bad for you
I feel bad for me
Get your life back, yoga