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A Bluebird Vacation

by Psychic Graveyard

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As a kid I'd get scratch tickets instead of gifts They'd come wrapped in newspaper They'd arrive in greeting cards But they were never on my Christmas list I wanted anything but what I got And as a teenager the gifts got stranger and stranger There was one year, you robbed a liquor store I got a bottle of soda and a bag of candy But later in that same year, you laughed and laughed when all my fucking teeth fell out I wanted anything but what I got
2.
Is there a hotline I can call? I have an antenna growing out of my skull And now my life has a nasty hiss This is a crisis This is a crisis Is there a person I can speak with? I am scared of the message that is coming in The woman's voice is making me so anxious This is a crisis This is a crisis Was there a warning sign I missed?
3.
He only wants insects at his birthday party He doesn't want to invite our dysfunctional families He is grossed-out by cake and ice cream So, we are feeding our guests dirt and sunflower seeds It is his birthday party And our faces are all dirty We only want a backyard full of laughter But summer always invites another disaster He dislikes stuffed animals and action figures So, we are buying him a lifetime of silence and blurred-out faces It is his birthday party And our faces are all blurry His smile is as bright as a billboard And we are the products of his imaginary world
4.
When her eyes explode When her bones crack And her heart shatters like glass He'll smile and move on to the next woman When her blood settles When her skin slips off And her organs spoil like apples Two animals will fight over her And the winner will eat what he left of her He'll smile and move on to the next woman I know who that woman is
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No 04:06
What do I wear to your funeral? When we were together, I never wore clothes Your friends asked me to write a poem for the newspaper But you and I, never used words How do I twist my face into a caring expression? It did not come with the easiest of instructions Your parents asked if I wanted one your paintings I said, no. I like the bare walls of my life Still, they wrap their arms around me And feel like the rotting oak tree they cut down the day you died
6.
Oh, we're burning our clothes again Oh, we're masking our circuits again We're taking off on a bluebird vacation We're falling in love with an ugly simulation I think we should fake another moon landing No, I don't want to clean that knife again No, I don't want to up my meds again We're getting off on the biting and scratching We're too endless to keep on bleeding I think we should fake another moon landing I think we should fake our own abduction I think we should fake our own abduction All we need is a ransom note and a shady plastic surgeon
7.
Weapon 03:15
I find a set of teeth in my house They are cleaner than my teeth I use them to build a new mouth Now I speak every language Now I speak to the dead I find a pair of hands in my kitchen They are stronger than my hands I cut-off the ones that failed me Soon, I'll be a weapon Soon, I'll be hunting you Everything I find, I will use, to replace myself
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I'm not in control right now I swallowed too many pills today I failed too many times today But in the backseat is a promise that we both made I'm not in control right now I murdered too many smiles today I lied too many times today But on the highway is an animal I can't avoid I'm not in control right now
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The more expensive the couch, the more costly the tears The dirtier the mouth, the more broken the words The more desperate I feel There's always the screaming of white noise machines There's always a table full of shitty magazines And there's always the feeling, I'll never get clean Still I keep talking And they keep sending me the bill The more attractive the face, the more useless the hour The tackier the clothes, the more distant the growth The more hateful I feel I can smell the breath of every patient who was here before me I can feel the hurt of every patient who was here before me Still I keep talking And they keep sending me the bill

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released May 22, 2020

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Psychic Graveyard San Diego, California

Psychic Graveyard is Eric Paul, Paul Vieira, Charles Ovett, and Nathan Joyner.

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