there's a heather cutter, she got long brown feathered hair
jeans got rips, not tears
indistinct chatter, a whistle sneers
everything about her says, stand clear
but i can't be that sane
i'm not made of titanium
if god is someone who makes the grass grow greener
than i'm the one who puts the bullet in the chamber
uh huh it's the same
doesn't mean a thing to me
uh huh no way
that's why i say
turn your back on me
there's no necks in the city to be found
anymore than men who don't get so unwound
i'm seashine, you're a crazy student
scratch needs and itch so let's lose it
flitter kitten's got a heart like a rock that sunk
when she woke up
morally hungover with a different ID
and a new disease
turn your back on me
uh huh it's the same
doesn't mean a thing to me
uh huh no way
that's why i say
turn your back on me
uh huh it's the same
as it was yesterday
you just burned the wrong bridge
today
that's why i say
turn your back on me
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Bright gray sheets of roaring and shimmering guitar held aloft by a delicate web of percussion. Post-rock, shoegaze, psych- rock and hints of bluesy folk, all audible and enmeshed. IlsaJ