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Sold Out
about
cw: homophobic slurs, smoking
lyrics
the trees are just here to protect us from the highway
the highways just here to bring us to the roads
that leads up the back stair to the rickedy back porch
where three or four trans women have nowhere else to go
you roll me a cigarette in a little machine
spits it out slowly light delicate
made as a weapon for the passage of time
for something to live for or for the hell of it
yeah we're blowing smoke here but whatdyou care
we live on currents your weather has set
the humid air follows us up to our shelter
and sticks to the porcelain where the ash collects
I like smoking them fine but I like secondhand better
cause out there we'll flare up alone
and down here we burn out together
the filters just here to protect us from the poison
the poison's just here so we never leave
so we sit on this back porch protecting each other
with the limited weaponry that we find within reach
you roll me a cigarette heaping with plenty
with fingers so nimble and delicate stained
we'll be full til we're empty
then try to be full again
yeah we're blowing smoke here but isn't it pretty
and isn't it something and isn't it swell
that hurting ourselves and hurting each other
and hurting the world is just what makes us well
I'll buy them uptight and it's fine
but I like them loose and its better
cause out there they hunt us in packs
and down here the fags roll together