They say
"Biters can't be judgers"
Got my own name on my sweatshirt
I been wearing all week
In the passenger seat of the silver 2001 cr-v
Watch 3 bikers and somebody with a white umbrella in the mild sunny weather at the red light
Crossing the street
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
In our sweet little miss anthropocene
Lindsey says
"Texas was once covered in sauropods"
Now they're all white dust remnants from an ancient sea
Kicked up in a cloud by an f-150
We read the wikipedia about caliche
It's the month of November at ramble creek
And Britton says he doesn't particularly like to hear the year number in songs
And Lindsey recalls that one lyric about kenny in that one song by Eliza Niemi
About names in songs
And universality or the lack thereof
On the way to Amy sues for potluck supper
I stop by the nearest HEB
Pick up butter tortillas and pimento cheese
With the balance left on my EBT
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
They say
"A gun with no bullets is basically a hammer"
But a gun with bullets is still a gun
What a bummer, what a beauty
What did terri send to me
What did clara send to me
A couple texted screenshots of poetry
And I break down reading another friends
Gofundme
Stunned and shattered by the crucial resiliency
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
I still smell like last nites fried chicken, Mac and cheese
A living room of louisiana chosen family
Recite the liner notes from Neil young's 'on the beach'
Instead of "come here" Cajuns still say "come see"
And it is a relief the community of it all
When a mistranslation turns invitation to follow
With our eyes wide open like this "comme ci"
With our eyes open, what's the way, show me
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
All a walking parody of infinity
In our sweet little misanthropocene
Shit's on fire, bestie
Put on the kettle for some tea
Shit's on fire, bestie
Flames been burnin so bright it's blinding
But I got my shades on and I'm cruisin down to see you again
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
In our sweet little misanthropocene
Shits on fire
Wasnt no nailbiter
No nailbiter
Shits on fire
And we're surprised by the heat ?
But when I look in the mirror
At least I like my haircut for once
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
In our sweet little misanthropocene
In our sweet little misanthropocene
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English
They say
"Biters can't be judgers"
Got my own name on my sweatshirt
I been wearing all week
In the passenger seat of the silver 2001 cr-v
Watch 3 bikers and somebody with a white umbrella in the mild sunny weather at the red light
Crossing the street
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
In our sweet little miss anthropocene
Lindsey says
"Texas was once covered in sauropods"
Now they're all white dust remnants from an ancient sea
Kicked up in a cloud by an f-150
We read the wikipedia about caliche
It's the month of November at ramble creek
And Britton says he doesn't particularly like to hear the year number in songs
And Lindsey recalls that one lyric about kenny in that one song by Eliza Niemi
About names in songs
And universality or the lack thereof
On the way to Amy sues for potluck supper
I stop by the nearest HEB
Pick up butter tortillas and pimento cheese
With the balance left on my EBT
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
They say
"A gun with no bullets is basically a hammer"
But a gun with bullets is still a gun
What a bummer, what a beauty
What did terri send to me
What did clara send to me
A couple texted screenshots of poetry
And I break down reading another friends
Gofundme
Stunned and shattered by the crucial resiliency
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
I still smell like last nites fried chicken, Mac and cheese
A living room of louisiana chosen family
Recite the liner notes from Neil young's 'on the beach'
Instead of "come here" Cajuns still say "come see"
And it is a relief the community of it all
When a mistranslation turns invitation to follow
With our eyes wide open like this "comme ci"
With our eyes open, what's the way, show me
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
All a walking parody of infinity
In our sweet little misanthropocene
Shit's on fire, bestie
Put on the kettle for some tea
Shit's on fire, bestie
Flames been burnin so bright it's blinding
But I got my shades on and I'm cruisin down to see you again
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
In our sweet little misanthropocene
Shits on fire
Wasnt no nailbiter
No nailbiter
Shits on fire
And we're surprised by the heat ?
But when I look in the mirror
At least I like my haircut for once
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
In our sweet little misanthropocene
In our sweet little misanthropocene
"Biters can't be judgers"
Got my own name on my sweatshirt
I been wearing all week
In the passenger seat of the silver 2001 cr-v
Watch 3 bikers and somebody with a white umbrella in the mild sunny weather at the red light
Crossing the street
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
In our sweet little miss anthropocene
Lindsey says
"Texas was once covered in sauropods"
Now they're all white dust remnants from an ancient sea
Kicked up in a cloud by an f-150
We read the wikipedia about caliche
It's the month of November at ramble creek
And Britton says he doesn't particularly like to hear the year number in songs
And Lindsey recalls that one lyric about kenny in that one song by Eliza Niemi
About names in songs
And universality or the lack thereof
On the way to Amy sues for potluck supper
I stop by the nearest HEB
Pick up butter tortillas and pimento cheese
With the balance left on my EBT
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
They say
"A gun with no bullets is basically a hammer"
But a gun with bullets is still a gun
What a bummer, what a beauty
What did terri send to me
What did clara send to me
A couple texted screenshots of poetry
And I break down reading another friends
Gofundme
Stunned and shattered by the crucial resiliency
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
I still smell like last nites fried chicken, Mac and cheese
A living room of louisiana chosen family
Recite the liner notes from Neil young's 'on the beach'
Instead of "come here" Cajuns still say "come see"
And it is a relief the community of it all
When a mistranslation turns invitation to follow
With our eyes wide open like this "comme ci"
With our eyes open, what's the way, show me
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
All a walking parody of infinity
In our sweet little misanthropocene
Shit's on fire, bestie
Put on the kettle for some tea
Shit's on fire, bestie
Flames been burnin so bright it's blinding
But I got my shades on and I'm cruisin down to see you again
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
In our sweet little misanthropocene
Shits on fire
Wasnt no nailbiter
No nailbiter
Shits on fire
And we're surprised by the heat ?
But when I look in the mirror
At least I like my haircut for once
In our sweet little misanthropocene
The world reveals itself for what we've known it to be
In our sweet little misanthropocene
In our sweet little misanthropocene
Writer: Carolina Grace Chauffe
Copyright: Lyrics © Distrokid
Copyright: Lyrics © Distrokid