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A little rap-style song I created using ambience from a Starbucks during a slow period in the day.
And when she dies I’ll dig up her bones
I’ll use black magic so I won’t be alone
We’ll eat apples the way that we used to
Before she got hit by that car
I remember when she was a girl I didn’t know
We met at an open mic show
I played guitar and I pretended to sing
She was so smart and she knew everything
And I realized the other day
While I was sleeping in my bed
Your fucking dreams mean nothing to me
And some nights I wish you were dead
We ate apples that were given away
In the coffee shop it was ‘Free Apple Day’
I wrote this song so I could sing it for her
The next time we went on a date
We made plans to get married and die
And place our ashes in a blueberry pie
Maybe our daughter can eat it with an ice cream swirl
Our little daughter will be a punk rock girl
Some days I think my laptop might be in love with me
Since you died I felt so lonesome I could cry
But now that I’ve had some apples I feel better
I think I’ll finish writing my suicide letter
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