I'd rather be a candle than a star The brightest damn candle you've ever seen Hear me, here's me covered in tar I'm a solar beam, I'm a moonlit scream I don't shove paper planes down your throat Cause then you couldn't talk (and if you couldn't talk) I'd hurt Connor so bad he'd look like a goat He'd look so good, I would taste him the most. I'll just die and make it up later Later being a synonym for never And I like to think that I'm really clever Oh, just feed me to your alligators We don't set your being alight Or throw you off a cellophane boat (cellophane boat) And all the claims that you feel alright Only make your feel worse in your coat Covered in oil, wishing to go home Covered in oil, wishing to mace bones Covered in oil, and covered alone Covered in oil, making you moan

I'm gonna find out what's been eating you alive I'm gonna sit here and survive I'm gonna find out what's been eating you alive I'm gonna sit here and survive There is a mountain in my spleen Sing happy It's sending owls through my dreams Sing happy Shoo shoo, Xiu Xiu Screw your overzealous militant moods Respect my hands and family line I am numb to war crimes There is a mountain in my spleen Sing happy It's sending owls through my dreams Sing happy There is a mountain in my spleen Sing happy It's sending owls through my dreams Sing happy Don't you go screw over everyone that loves you Don't you go screw over everyone that loves you Don't you go screw over everyone that loves you Don't you go screw over everyone that loves you There is a mountain in my spleen Sing happy It's sending owls through my dreams Sing happy There is a mountain in my spleen Sing happy It's sending owls through my dreams Sing happy

My foot fucking hurts, hurts right around my ankle It's a really sharp pain that occurred when I moved to Pennsylvania (that's where I am now) This art is total garbage It was supposed to be an artistic paradise where people banged on cardboard boxes screaming about there black and white feelings At least that's how to was inside my head, romanticism fucking with me again Now all I got are coffee shops and acoustic ballads all about apple orchards It's not like that, I have heart attacks Cause I am what I think I am Break it And your mistaken A holy ghost called me to boast So I milked the ghost, make a semen moat I love these walls, they're made of plaster Surround with the moat to promote a human caused disaster You don't see anything past my frontier It's not like that, I have heart attacks Cause I am what I think I am I'm just hypocrisy (just hypocrisy) I'm just hypocrisy I'm just hypocrisy (you can't see anything past my frontier) This is the part about my grandmother Dementia got her and yea that's a bummer She's in hospice, I know what that means And I'm dreading the day she splits the scene This is a letter she will never read Not because I don't care, she has no memory Or maybe it's cause I am 18, emotions are way to embarrassing Here is the letter: You got put in hospice care Indulge yourself while you're still here Cause you can't indulge yourself in heaven When you get up there just say "Hey, I'm sorry God." And he'll say "Oh, that's okay, Peg, It's all good." Cause he's a pretty cool guy at least that's what I've heard It started with the foot Then with the art Now we're moving to Korea Then I'm headed off to college And now my grandmother I guess I saw it coming I guess I saw it coming Here it is Now shit gets complicated No one will be Be catching me from the rye this metaphor will die (I didn't mean for that last part to be so literal)

The Frontier of Whines is now out of date My grandmother died after her birthday Nobody caught me from the rye And I still believe I'm numb to war crimes So let me down gently So let me down gently The second verse was removed from the first And apologies to those I have hurt I didn't mean to give you stiction I am apart of the Creeps of Fiction We have a silent mission Make you believe you're/your fiction Make you believe no one listens And the worst part is we don't mean it And the worst part is we don't mean it We poison you and then we clean it We clean our minds cause we're poisoned too We don't like it but we've gotten used to it We don't like it but we've gotten used We don't like it but we've gotten used to it We don't like it but we've gotten used We don't like it but we've gotten used to it The Frontier of Whines is now out of date My grandmother died after her birthday I planned for it, I am a creep Physically and emotionally But the colors won't start flowing I'm just tired of knowing I'm just tired of going I just want to sleep while It's snowing