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1.
Clip 01:05
2.
Pike 04:19
Someone’s fucking with the speaker Louder move in closer Borderline uncomfortable I mention I’d like being caught Up in all the of the floors Of all of your house’s rooms Head slipped off her leg, neck bent where you feel Eyes lock, pinhead sized bugs in a field On my skirt now You say that was days ago, odd to notice I agree yeah that shit's kind of fucking weird of me Potential sickening me No matter how vague Ever so slightly pathetic Shape that your hand is making Always just a man Who cuts in ruins things that feel safe We turn from him hide in a corner I just shake, it starts to rain
3.
Avoidant-7th 04:00
Lyrics all girls Covered in blood and cuts That you’ll still take too far Must be so easy to imagine things That you’re so sheltered from You want me total fag You’re inside i feel it ripping Cleaned your bedroom I'm your dad Bugs in your walls, Richard Nixon Kathleen is feeling sick She made a brand new friend You spilt her out your mouth You fuck just like your head is bleeding It’s all your fault, everyone knows it Coward 16 sections zipped compressed and Cut with strips of girls intentions Avoidant 7th, 9th descriptor I hope that you’re fucking embarrassed of yourself
4.
Clearing 03:18
Cut off another strip and bite into it Align me into rows like her, collected She swears the air is clearing I suffer her complimenting me You taste like you should eat better I won’t tell, my throat is burning up Hundreds of insects In your hair, they are my friends They look tired from chewing holes in my foundations, house unstable Terminal block, ambient temperature Several weeks locked in Floral bedsheets deterred You’ve soothed the instinct Aversion you share with me It’s underlying when we eat Hundreds of insects In your hair, they are my friends They look tired from chewing holes in my foundations, house unstable
5.
Feel the crash preemptive Dry heaving in your bathroom Your flatmate almost hears it Dry knuckles Lungs forbidden It’s a secret It’s a secret My house is gone My house is gone Divulging lashes past my navel You misstep lose your footing Step in carcass bone is breaking It’s a secret It’s a secret My house is gone My house is gone My house is gone My house is gone
6.
PCX 07:11
I can touch my face Like when I was a child There’s secrets to this Places that are mine I can touch my face Like when I was a child There’s secrets to this Places that are mine Turned, closed the door too hard You say you know all that you are You pull the threads off of the walls I pin them back up when you’re gone I am often strung dependant Another month since you have written Answers in stacks where I have slept The floor’s obscured but i know where to step I can’t stomach, hold my tongue and spit But now I get it I get it I get it now
7.
Meeting cats 04:50
8.
I’m so bored of cutting my knees on yours I’m leaking slow through your shower Washing stains off my legs, decorum Turn up the heat, skin adorning A stack of your pieces fell in the warmth
9.
All begged before Just hang up the walls with the sheets I won't bother I like stains When they look like they'd like me You could have turned Endure looking like you'd rather not And learned if it's still choking on your right And if it looks exactly like you thought I can't It's not anyones fault It's not It's not It's not
10.
You left your keys somewhere else I watched you tear apart the house It never feels quite like I've helped You find things by yourself
11.

credits

released September 20, 2025

Written Performed and Produced by Sofia Mary Wednesday Tarn
Wordperfect Graphics Metafile written and performed with Frankass Frudd
Key song written and performed with Shay Patel
Additional synth on Reduction (pike ver) and Avoidant-7th performed by Jade Holmes
Bass on PCX performed by Jed Hayes
Piano on Meeting cats performed by Macks

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