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Wake up half-past four,
scrape a lump of coal inside a bowl before walking out the door
You light a smoke, the nicotine hits your throat,
you start to choke --
never remembered your body ever feeling so sore

Got the cops called again, they must know you by name
It's all the same old means to an end
You couldn't take a small joke when your methods to cope
were to put me nose-to-nose with your CZ 10

But darling ain't that the dream?
Feel the airwaves screaming with the hum of a million stars
24 seemed obscene, you'd have ditched the whole thing
if you felt you were driving that car
But if anything stuck, it's to run or get fucked,
thought there might be a place you could find in between --
but honey, thoughts are a tarred set of wings,
now sugar, ain't that the dream?

So you wake up in jail, carrying on about an empty Masson
but you can't pay bail
Now you're repeating yourself,
living in a virtual hellscape,
you kill yourself to pay and you pay to get help

But darling ain't that the dream?
Feel the airwaves screaming with the hum of a million stars
24 seemed obscene, you'd have ditched the whole thing
if you felt you were driving that car
But if anything stuck, it's to run or get fucked,
thought there might be a place you could find in between --
but honey, thoughts are a tarred set of wings,
now sugar, ain't that the dream?

So what will it take? Got a high school peak,
two left feet, and a kid past eight
So now you work for the mob, but your dad and your mom
say that's better than 28 with no fucking job

But darling ain't that the dream?
Feel your brainwaves screaming cause they
don't remember who you are
Your day to day seems obscene, you'd have ditched the whole thing
but you knew you weren't driving that car
And if anything's stuck, it's to run or get fucked
thought there might be a place you could find in between --
but honey, thoughts are a tarred set of wings,
now sugar, ain't that the dream?

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from dear diary, do you hate me?, released December 4, 2020
Vocals, rhythm guitar, keyboard, bass: Melanie A. Davis
Drums: Fate McAfee

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Melanie A. Davis Murray, Kentucky

Singer-songwriter from western Kentucky. I sing about me, you, us, and the wild weird world we're currently living in.

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