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Bite Me
02:19
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Real poetry is always about plants and birds and trees
And the animals and milk and honey breathing in the pink
But real life is behind a screen
Skimmin' and a scrollin'
Real trees don’t grow in my yard but I’m moving from the East
Where the lemons are so plenty
They don’t know what to do with those things
And I’m taking you with me, my sweet
So you can bite me
If it makes you feel any better
You can bite me
If it makes you feel
like
Oh what a waste of all your sorrow just to spit it to the floor
Your venom is my milk and honey drink it to the
Coronary coffee and my pulse is taking off
Like one of those space rockets
You know sometimes they blow up
Into the most amazing things
Real trees don’t grow in my yard but I’m moving from the East
Where the Apple stores are plenty and there's a crack in my screen
You’re breaking it with me
You can bite me if it makes you feel any better
You can bite me if it makes you feel
You can bite me if it makes you feel any better
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Let's sit around all day
And get in everybody's way
Sink into the ground and form a new society
I never really liked this one anyway
I wanna go outside
But I’m terrified
It might be cold or too hot or too radioactive
it's fine
But why would you lie?
Again
I want to go to the store
Get in the car
And drive down the hill
But that’s way too far
I feel every mile in my gut like elastic
Pulling me back
Plus we might get in a wreck
And I’d be paralyzed
For the rest of my life
So I’d be stuck inside
Well, I guess that'd be alright
I wanna go for a walk
But I don’t but I don’t have a dog
So everyone will know that I’m lying about
Going for a walk
About picking my foot up
And putting it back down
And picking my foot up
And putting it down on the sidewalk
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
I wanna get out of bed
But I can't touch the ground
You'd think all this concrete would be dry by now
I'd get stuck in place
Making this same stupid face
On my government-issued ID
(They say "smile for the camera"
But you're always too late)
And I look like a statue inside a museum
or a painting in some rich person's living room
There's something off
About the eyes
I wanna go outside
But not tonight
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3. |
Live / Laugh / Love
02:38
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If you build it they will come
Tell that shit to anyone
Who's ever tried to build a house into a home
With pickup sticks and chewing gum
How come people who throw stones
Always have the coolest homes
Maybe I'm the kind of person who buys pillows that say
“Live. Laugh. Love.”
Everything I do is dumb
I don't feel like anyone
I don't think you're hearing me
Born too late to own property
Born too early
To get away with anything fun
This song is dumb
But at least it’s not offending anyone
I'm practicing not saying things that I'll regret
Now are we having fun?
ummmm
This part of the song is a placeholder
To save myself from saying something stupid
If you don't wanna be my friend
I don't blame you that's probably smart
But if you don't like this song
Why don’t you just rip out my heart
Why don't you just tear it apart
I’m too young to own property
It's too late to be anything but ordinary
Live Laugh Love
I put the pillow over my face
Live Laugh Love
And I just scream into the lace
Don't worry I'm just having fun
Hope I'm not bugging anyone
Cause everything I do is
And everything I say is
I don’t feel like anyone
Born too late to own property
It’s too late to be anything
And everything I say is
But at least I’m not offending anyone
I’m practicing not saying things that I’ll regret
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4. |
Stupid
00:28
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What a stupid thing to say
That never seemed to stop me
I never seem to learn
Anything
What a stupid thing to say
There's a fire in my brain
And I knows that’s so cliche
Burning
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5. |
The Attic / Ghostbusters
03:48
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I don’t deserve to live
In the house anymore
So I’ll be in the attic
If you need someone to make things hard
-er than than they need to be
Everytime
I complicate the simple things
And try to change your mind
I’ll listen all your phone calls
And pass down stuff you need
Like Christmas decorations
And the winter clothes you used to wear
back when you had to share a house with me
But don’t pay me mind
I’m just wasting time
I’m just pennies on the dollar
I’m a parasite
On your perfect life
Cause I need to be everywhere
Fixing nonexistent problems
Fighting ghosts for your attention
Picking fights with actual children
I can’t stop my mouth from moving
I can’t stop my hands from shaking
I can’t stop my hands from tightening
Round your throat each time you're speaking
I can't stop
The sun has bleached the blood out of the carpet
And we bought a brand new 20-foot bed
To keep all of our guns under the mattress
Are you happy now?
Does it make you proud?
Do you tell her that you love her everyday?
Well my diary can't keep up with me
It's called amphetamines
I’m shooting up the ceiling every day
But it really takes the punch out of the line
To know that all this time
The monster in the closet
Was a perfectly nice guy
When your house is on fire
Blame the guy holding the match
But when the house is full of spiders
Can you really blame him for that?
When the house is too quiet
And you’re standing in the ash
Just you and the guy from your closet
Well whose fault is that?
Who ya gonna call?
Who ya gonna call?
Who ya gonna call?
To clean up your mess
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My phone is glued to my face surgically
And it might be too late for me
I self destruct the second
I have nothing to occupy me
I’m like a kid
I need someone to schedule my activities
Nobody wants to play with me
I put bad things in my body
Subconsciously
Trying to be annoying enough that
you’ll get mad and then I can be all self-righteous about that
Ok
I did it
Somebody check my homework
Somebody validate this
Check this off my todo list
Wow, clarity!
I might check some emails
I might go for a walk
I might kill you if you
Look at me
Or make that noise
Or breath in my vicinity
Now we only got one thing to do
Sit here just me and you and
Stare at each other
May I remind you that I love you?
And it's too late to go back
There's too much weird stuff to unpack
I’m too spacey to stay mad
So I keep throwing this ball at the wall
And it keeps coming back
But when you think about it what's so surprising about that
The wall is hard and that hurts my feelings
But if it was soft I’d probably just call it a little bitch
And that’s why therapists
Believe that I am competent
I’m published and I cite myself
Oh sorry I was zoning out
I don’t fuck with sincerity
Unless I’m making fun of me
I was reading my own blog instead of listening
Somebody peer review this
Somebody please edit this
Check check check check this out
Wow, serenity!
I might get up early
But I might just sit in bed
I might throw up if you keep sending me poetry
Fuck you
Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me to do what I want
Cause I’m already doing that, thank you
Sorry
For saying fuck you
I might burn out on this
I might just sit in silence
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7. |
*******
01:04
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8. |
Orangeville
02:12
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When you live in the desert
You learn not to look up at the sun
And that a mountain is like an island in the clouds
We're staying at the little blue house
Hello
The lady at the post office said to tell you so
Everybody round here just wants you to know
We love you so
But I'm not gonna live in Orangeville
I'm not gonna live in Orangeville
But if you're not gonna tell her
I will
When you live in the desert
The graveyard is a place
Where the caretaker takes care of people equally
Plots of plastic flowers grown from Latter Day seeds
Pretty and sweet
Today's a high of 103
So water your plants 10 times a day
Send your love to your family
Plastic flowers never fade
But I'm not gonna die in Orangeville
I'm not gonna die in Orangeville
Or maybe I will
Maybe I will
Maybe I will
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9. |
unReal / forReal
02:53
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We saw a line, so we got in
Without knowing what was going on
Saturday in Chinatown
The street moves by
But you and I
Are perfectly still
And still
I feel
This little nagging thing
Like theres somewhere I should be
Like there's something wrong with everybody else but me
There's something in the air
I guess it's the pollution
I guess it's the vaccine
I guess there doesn’t have to be a reason
(I guess it’s the new algorithm)
I guess I’ll see you later
It’s up to your discretion, I guess
I guess it was a fluke
They’re working on the system
We'd be so fucked if this was real
But I'm not really planning to stick around here
None of this counts
In a couple years
I’m gonna start my life for real
For real
Mmmmm
There's something in the way
She moves
And now I can't remember
Something I’m supposed to do
Something just broke
It’s like somebody died
That’s just just something people say
Real people
We'd be so fucked if this was real
But I'm not really planning to stick around here
None of this counts
In a couple years
I’m gonna start my life for real
Mmmmm
Then it's all over
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10. |
Annoying Email
02:16
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Thank you
For your patience
I am waiting
On someone else
I’m sorry
For your patience
I am thank you
For your
Well the thing
Is anybody mad at me?
I’m sorry
If you are you have to tell me
(Per my last message)
This is not my fault
I don't know what you're talking about, Steve
We can circle back whenever you have the time
I'm available
All of the time
Sorry to bother you
Over email
I don't really wanna hear your voice right now
Over email
Sorry if that didn't make sense
Thank you for your patience
It's been a long week
For everyone
Haha
Is anybody mad at me?
I’m serious
Is anybody mad at me?
I’m sorry
You have to tell me
It's all my fault
I don't know what to do
To make it up to you
Is anybody mad at me?
Is anybody mad at me?
I am sorry
I am sorry
I am sorry
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11. |
So Stupid
03:30
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On the 275
There's ocean views for miles and miles and miles
Just take a little time out
Okay?
But you can’t look away
You can’t look away
You can’t look away
You can’t look away
On the 275 there's all these signs
that used to be people
Who used to drive these highways
Who laminates their faces
and comes back with fresh plastic flowers each day?
It isn't our fault
They say
But you can’t look away
You can’t look away
You can’t look away
You can’t look away
In fourth period biology
You asked if I was high
I guess you wouldn’t know
What that looks like
You wanted to move in with me
I wouldn’t let you
So you moved into an apartment
with some guy who wasn’t very good for you
So I guess that it’s my fault
Whatever happens next
Cause I wasn’t around
When you started breaking down
When you’re lying in the road
Waiting for it
Well It could have been you
It could have been me
It could have been any of us easily
I could have a DUI
I could have killed that guy
I could be in jail
Or addicted to pills
I could be dead
I could have had a kid
Or I could have had a you know
Or I could be that girl
What she did in the car
They made her into a porn star
When we were underage
Wasting all our days
But it could have been you
Cause we were so stupid
And it could have been me
Just as easily
Who are you now?
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I woke up this morning
And forgot to be scared
When I looked out the window and there’s nobody there
There's still so many things that I would never dare
But I looked out the window and forgot to be scared
I woke up on an island
And I got in my car
And I drove to the water
And I started to walk
When they called out my name
And they saw I wasn't there
Well I guess I was a little scared
We watched the sunset on the TV
Cause it’s raining on the beach
But I never got to see you
On the big screen
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Pacing San Jose, California
Pacing is the songwriting and recording project of Katie McTigue. McTigue’s writing style has been described as “tongue firmly planted in cheek” (Surviving the Golden Age, 2022), an “off-kilter and wonderfully weird world” (CLOUT, 2022), and “I don’t get it” (multiple sources). Despite her safety net of colorful characters, jokes, and metaphors, the real her always manages to slip in somewhere. ... more
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