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Andrea Gibson
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A Letter to My Dog (feat. Bryan Wagstaff)
Letter to My Dog, Exploring the Human Condition
Dear squash
Aka squashy Aka squishy Aka squasharooni Gibson Aka squish squash and you don't stop Aka miracle button Aka little perfect peanut Aka my beating heart with fur and legs I know you think it's insane that I still poop in the house That I choose to wear underwear and pants giving no one the opportunity to smell my true disposition That on the days I need to feel better about myself I don't just pee on someone's pee Don't worry. I am not fooled by my thumbs I know I am not the tadpole's final project I know I am not the last species evolution hopes to become I can't even swallow my own pride long enough to let myself drool when something smells delicious What must you think of my mirror face Or how much of my day I spend practicing my butch voice My baby-I'll-fix-your-carburetor-with-my-tool-kit voice when you know full well there is nothing in my tool kit besides a massive collection of self help books that have helped me do nothing but feng shui the skeletons in my closet Don't you just love how that femur accents the sofa set, squash I'm sorry I cry every time I take you to the vet I'm sorry they take your temperature like that I'm sorry I take you there when you've only got a bug bite Humans hold so tight to the leash of life but you will roll in anything dead and wear it like perfume I wish I had your nose for eternity I wish I could see what you see Where the squirrels satan your eyes Where the postman deserves to die even when he's not bringing bills What's with hating the shadow the peace lily makes on the floor in the living room? I know I let you down everyday I choose not to murder the vacuum Is it bad that I refuse to teach you to not be afraid of men Is it bad that I want you to keep your bite and your snarl and your gleaming teeth Is it bad that when they call you a risk, I call you a feminist You never make fun of your friend Chloe's underbite Or your friend willow's limp Or your friend Harvey's past trouble with the law You never criticize me for being too uptight to let my hair down even though you can let yours all the way out All over my black hoody, my black pants, the couch, the car, the chair, the online merch store that sells my books and tee-shirts wrote me a letter saying 'we can't continue to sell your products if they continue to be covered in so much of your dog's hair' 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I just assumed anything covered in you would increase in value Remember when I told that woman I loved her and whispered in your ear 'you're my number one girl' it's true If I could I would put your beating heart in my mouth and suck on it like a piece of candy so I could finally understand how you got so sweet I know my therapist likes you more than she likes me And I still let you sleep on her couch You taught me a good nap is the best therapy You taught me to sit when I damn well want to sit I don't care that you never talk about capitalism or patriarchy or the heteronormative hegemonic paradigm I know you're saving the world every time you get poo stuck in your butt hair and you don't go looking for someone to blame Speaking of looking for someone I can't imagine what you think of sex I can't tell if you think it's a slobbering badly boundaried belly rub or a poorly aimed fist fight You just perch on the end of the bed and tilt your head back and forth Wondering why I still haven't taken my pants off I have issues, Squash Humans have issues We dig holes to bury our own hearts We chew on our own bones We escape the predators but still can't shake them off Some of us wear our own bodies the way your friend Berlin wore that cone around her head, remember? So embarrassed, but I never had a better teacher that came to my own spirit than you Never had a reason to stop playing dead until the day I saw your little face at the shelter Your little nose pressed against the cold glass, staring up at me like I was a gay Noah's ark My heart My heart My heart Every time I give you a treat, you run around the house looking for a place to hide it until you finally come to where I am sitting and hide it directly under me The most important thing I have ever built in my whole life is your trust May you always feel entitled to more than your fair share of the bed May you always tear the stuffing out of every toy I give you So I can constantly be reminded to keep spilling my guts To keep saying I don't know how I will ever make peace with the shortness of your life span But I promise to make sure you know you are so loved every second you are here You know my hands will build the sturdiest ark they possibly can To hold your holy howl and your holy bark and your holy beg Squasharooni Gibson My little perfect peanut My beating heart with fur and legs
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