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Blinded by the notion that my third eye was wide open
I strove to be the most fucked up one in the room
All irony was lost on me, cheap malt liquor + shitty weed
Suppose it's what I thought I ought to do

But trouble tends to just breed more,
morals loosened till ignored,
I watched him go for the second time eye level with the floor

In the wake of my new consciousness, I took it upon myself to risk
a life I'd only seen in shades of gold;
Looked for love in strangers' arms, left melancholy and lukewarm
I ignored the red flags waving past the bridge of my nose

What was it that I had hoped I find?
Could I commit to a peace of mind?
What if the narrative I was looking for was of a different kind?

Placed upon a pedestal of painted hypotheticals,
a scarlet letter glued to its base
Wires crossed and egos bruised left me weary, tired, and used
You asked me why I kissed you,
but you read it all over my face

Stranded thirty miles from home, the smell of pine and honeycomb
We shared a bed but I never felt more desperately alone

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from dear diary, do you hate me?, released December 4, 2020
Vocals, lead guitar, rhythm guitar: Melanie A. Davis
Lapsteel: 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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