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Tiny Forehead
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Tiny Forehead
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Lyrics
Be My Plane Crash
(Barnabas/Cooper/ Ghoul/ Gleeson/ Krollspell/ Padley/ Whitelaw)
Lyrics: Barnabas
Wait until the end of the night/ And see if I count
Be my plane crash/ My outside
I need deliverance from self/ I’m cultural kelp
Be my plane crash/ I’m a skip fire
Wait until the end of the night/ And see if I count
Be my plane crash/ My outside
I’m sedentary most of the time/ I drink golden wine
Be liminoid/ From the outside
I wake up tired/ From ten hours
Microwave burgers / For second breakfast
Sideways rain/ Fixing Vauxhall Vectra
Dislocation/ Social Fimbulwinter
Instant mental illness/ From caffeine detox
I do research/ Only on Tik Tok
I bore myself/ With my patterns
And half understood/ Educations
Wait until the end of the night/ And see if I count
Be my plane crash/ My outside
I’m sedentary most of the time/ I drink golden wine
Be liminoid/ From the outside
Wait until the end of the night/ And see if I count
Be my plane crash/ My outside
I need deliverance from self/ I’m cultural kelp
Be my plane crash/ I’m a skip fire
A nine to five/ In brutalist scrapers
Fag breaks in gloom/ Ammonia exits
The wolves of Tinder/ Chase me by questions
Claires Law or sonnets/ Age sex location
Watershed TV/ Tamer than Insta
Kids’ social worker/ Says that I matter
The clutch is going/ School runs are frantic
I’m drinking for Ireland/ Food bank pasta
Too low terrain
Wait until the end of the night/ And see if I count
Be my outside/ I’m a skip fire
I need deliverance from self/ I’m cultural kelp
Be my plane crash/ I’m a skip fire
Wait until the end of the night/ And see if I count
Be my plane crash/ My outside
I’m sedentary most of the time/ I drink golden wine
Be liminoid/ From the outside
I’m craving something/ Outside my lenses
A catharsis/ That isn’t Netflix
The unreflective/ Kindness of strangers
Who didn’t have to/ But they want to
My trajectory is doomed/ I’m melatonin
Give me jungle/ And failed engine
Give me dangers/ Not mild peril
Give me a call/ Emergency services
Too low terrain
Written by: Tiny Forehead
