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Penelope Scott

Party Girl Hymn

 

Party Girl Hymn


And all the cups I keep
Right there on the table
Are just to demonstrate
I'm a little unstable

But I'll still call my mother
When it's ten in the morning
And I'm already scared of the dark
Staring at the dirty pile of cherry stems that reek like rum
With my knuckles rough as fucking tree bark

I'm not your dad
So small and sad
And if you stay
I'll tell you why you'll be okay

I wonder if God does half this shit on purpose
Does he do it 'cause he thinks I'm a little more worth it?
If that's the case, I don't wanna go to heaven
'Cause that makes God a dick

All of the cups I keep
Right there on the table
Just to demonstrate
I'm a little unstable

But I'll still call my dad if it's ten in the morning
And I'm already scared of the dark
Staring at the dirty pile of cherry stems that reek like rum
With my knuckles rough as fucking tree bark

Go call your dad

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