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Sidney Gish

It's Afternoon, I'm Feeling Sick

 

It's Afternoon, I'm Feeling Sick

(album: Ed Buys Houses - 2016)


It's afternoon, I'm feeling sick
I'm spewing stupid rhetoric
I'm starting shit on Post Aesthetics
Like a fucking lunatic
I'm home alone, I'm making jokes
I'm drowning in my iPhone
And my ears have sprouted headphones
So I'll watch my weary tone
I know I'm being angsty
Insert joke here about Banksy
What's a Chinese river? Yangtze
Then the MC said, "Well thanks, she's leaving soon

"She'll stop trying to rhyme
Before high noon tomorrow
Retire to her room and sit around
And count the hours down till June
July and August end"
In this state, I've got like four friends left
Not like there were much to start with
Now we're on big and better things

She'll stop trying to sing
Before it rings tomorrow
My alarm is lingering
And I live in a shell of things tonight
She'll stop trying to rhyme
Before high noon tomorrow
Retire to her room
And sit around and count the hours down

Late evening and then the night
I'm lurking and I feel alright
1000 calories to spite
The days I used to diet hard and die
A bit but not too much
But writing everything down sucks
And timing every syllable is dumb
I ate a thousand calories
She'll stop trying to eat
Before he cheats tomorrow
Carve my name into his leather seat

Said the MC, "She'll stop trying to rhyme
Before high noon tomorrow
Retire to her room and sit around
And count the hours down till June
July and August and
September and October and
November and December and
January
February, March and April
Don't forget May too"
'Cause I will sit around!
And I will count the hours down till June

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