Britt Veloso

There once was a girl who lived In a house.
She started to day dream while wearing a blouse
She walked outside and what did she see?
It was a man pretending he was a sheep!
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I can wear pink skirts and little high heels
I can shut my mouth when you talk and politely kneel
I can play pretend princess and wipe my mouth
I can sit in the sand and never drink stout
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Psychotic girls whose dreams never die
They'll make it far and clear
Those who claim their minds quiver at catastrophe
They're mad and insincere
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Echoing in my head are the goals I've always wanted to complete
There's no more slumbering for my dreams and hopes
As shimmering and tantalizing as they seem will soon be the reality as well
The sea is deep and powerful and your brain can be the same
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Oscar Meyer salami
YouTube rap and sweat
In high school we made fortresses of drugs and fun
Laughing so hard as we wept
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I'm costumed in fake people from TV
Foggy thoughts and thumb printed lies impress into me
Gardening a head full of nonsense
The little hoe in me wants a wet tee shirt contest
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How much falls out of the face?
My hands are looking resented for wasting space
My chest is tightening and cold
The cracks in my lip are withering and old
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There are some things long hair nor a steady hand can fix
My brain is in spasms and my life is amiss
I make no sense to google translate
And I have no idea why I text Kate?
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You still remind me of fear
I'll never forget your beard
You a man, I a chick
I though I was bad and you were sick
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Science and medicine prove I'm perfectly fine
I pretend they're right drinking more wine
People tell me their secrets and pain
I have my own I try to hide, like a twisted game
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Lana you haunt me
Kurt you've fooled me
Marshall you've scared me
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It's the liquid of the devil
It gets us all high
I've never been happier
They were not all good times
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We were the bruised and the battered
Running free as life shattered
All ran away to go explore life and play
We'd never pray to any God
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Little bullets hit me all over
I shake because you should come over
A trick of the brain sets me in motion
I feel like I know me, I feel like the ocean
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Twisted glitter and gracious beads lay upon the princess's head gently
She cries and falls down the hill of her own making away from her lucidity
All the cards in her hand have dealt her improperly and she craves a feast of things that have not failed her
The ferocious sun begins to set on her crystal shoes and bracelets glimmering onto her sad face
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We used to smash bottles in the streets
Thinking being punk was so sweet
I remember when we first touched
Driving around in your clutch
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This isn't where I want to be
I want to be wild and free
This cement room cannot do
I want to be unchained and unglued
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There's a lump of cry in my throat
No storms of rain or pain have cleared it out
Swallowing it down has done nothing
It comes up and up and up
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We hear it all the time
Lovely ladies getting naked for a dime

We close our eyes to the violence
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I want it hard
I want it now
Give it to me
Show me how
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