A Broodiest Bride Soup (demo) Giant Triangle (Ft. Devi McCallion)

Mowing the lawn is alright
It's better than crying on the couch with Mr. Clark
Treats me alright
Considering I'm bleeding on his ex-wife's lingerie

But when I close my eyes
And escape into that sports car
Everything seems fine

And I feel like a sister spirit to the moon
The seperated fragments of my mother's body
The chicken's skin cleaved off above bride soup
And dragged into the stew by gravity

Felix and Paul's eyes illuminated the dark
With the kind, subtle sunshine of my first friend
They looked sweet
Shared my first beer in that park

I was dressed like a boy
Coming home from school
But after we bankrupted the six-pack
They drove me home

I sat between the two
Burnt to the third-degree
That night, I woke up screaming
Having dreamt they'd torment my body