track fucking twelve and thirteen

[aslant]

well i
i miss the girl i miss
the girl i miss the girl
i want to give myself to water.

for what it's worth? i always liked listening to him speak. i know i said as much. and, unremarkably enough, i too read him a horoscope about material posessions over the telephone. fuck that.

i'm
i'm the best girl
&all the rest are?

pale shadows at best.

well i know
i know and i know and i
know it's not the same thing
but i miss the girl.

marry me, soul coughing. m doughty, you're all i desire! the numbers keep on circling me.