eat your lover | Laken van der Syl

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intro: beautiful

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pleasure freckles

the tree

eat your lover

intro: beautiful

i wish i could pinpoint the day i knew i was beautiful

or maybe i just mean when i relearned it from my youth

it wasn’t the day that i met you

or the day i turned 22

i wish i could pinpoint the day i knew

i walk to the window, i feel your heat on the glass pane

i’m walking through reverb, cycles, drifting between lanes

i want to reverse you, invent you, til i have something i could lose

i wish i could pinpoint the day i knew

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oh, my corners have all grown dusty

ooh, ooh, ooh

oh my heart valves have all grown rusty

ooh, ooh, ooh

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I can’t beg anymore

I cant make you want to

I can’t make anything,

Just manifest endlessly

So when I send you clips of my breathing

ooh, ooh, ooh

So when I skip out on reading

ooh, ooh, ooh

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I can’t beg anymore

I cant make you want to

I can’t make anything,

Just manifest endlessly

i want you inside

but there’s an ocean between

call it a pipe dream

dip it in whipped cream

turn your sound on

i can’t make you want to

manifest in me

pleasure freckles

i’m sitting here freezer burned, baby

but inside i’m still sweet

inside i’m all cream

you’re laying there pleasure-freckled, baby

yeah inside we’re still sweet

inside we’re all cream

inside

you said if you could fix my trembling

you would

and i had to cry, oh

i had to

i had to cry, oh

i had to

i’m sitting here freezer burned, baby

but inside i’m still sweet

inside i’m all cream

inside

we’re laying here pleasure-freckled, baby

yeah inside we’re still sweet

inside we’re all cream

inside

the tree

i fell out the tree

bleeding out in shallow water

now you’re holding me

and my hips, still ain’t recovered.

the asymmetry

works against me

but you’re digging in my flesh and making blessings of my messes

i’m soft whispering

‘cause the scars wear me like garters

and i want to be

on your mind, watch you fall harder

than with gravity

works against me

while you’re digging in my flesh and making blessings of my messes

i fell out the tree

and i told you in the shower

you looked right at me

while your blood wouldn’t recover

the tranluscency

bleeding overseas

while you’re flinching in your rest and masking tensions of your methods

i want everything

but your deadline lingers lower

than i want to see

and i think that you know better

when you’re listening

harmonizing me

want you digging in my mess and making fleshes of my blessings

eat your lover

we don't consume culture together

only apart

too busy exhuming each other

bodies as art

my friend he crooned,

“you know, don’t you?

when the class war comes

it’s him you’ll consume.”

i said, "maybe he’d want me to."

i'm tired of making out with statues

they know their lighting, yeah, I got you

i’ll wander home alone without dew

flowing underneath where i knew, i knew

we could never land.

finding timing in the sand

dripping, dripping,

sipping your face

mending your lace

dripping, dripping,

sipping your face

mending your lace

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