maggots ; 09sept2021 (Patreon)

Oop, wrote another song. Recorded in my living room today while making soup. This one is maybe not quite finished, but this is version 2.2. I'm thinking of calling it Maggots, but open to suggestions.

maggots

now we’re preying on the insides

like a graveyard full of rot flies:

maggots

may gets cold still--

don’t you have a coat, girl?

you’re gonna catch a fever in that dress

do I have to call your parents?

tell me that it’s noon still

and, yes I would like a refill

seconds

min—nuts too please

and could you suggest some movies?

fuck you, all those men were perverts

sorry, flying makes me nervous

drops of rain

on your shoulder

throes of pain

getting older

my, how you've changed