Heatstroke

She itches

Itches like the salt and the sea and my conscience

Way up northern bound musicians

And the snails she’s stepped on

Convinced herself were loved

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Rim ta tim

Oh---

Oh--

Oh Oh (x2 full stanza)

She burns

Oh, she burns just like a plane that detracts from the skyline

Floats down New York in a bottle

Calls herself a hot mess and wonders

But you know she dreams a lot

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Bridge

And if they told you you’d get where they loved you, they lied

If they told you you’d get where you loved them, they lied

They lied, oh oh oh

And if they said that you wished in a bottle and maybe it’d come true

Throw it in the Saint Laurent and let the buzzards feed on breakage

And distrust

Then this time, maybe it’s on you.

Oh, she loves

Loves like sleeping on the ocean

Watch the ruination fall on the beach

Maybe next season she can keep her time

A man who can’t love may be the worst form of exhaustion

But you know she dreams a lot

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