Kind of a slightly twee sadgirl pop song, of the very trans variety. Made with my usual collaborator Grandbrother. They provided lyrics, new wave guitar, and structure. I brought the groove, palm muted fender bass, and possibly my vocal a-game. Kinda proud of this one

Lyrics:

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Girlfriends wondering where you are Make up running like a foreign car Tuesday mornings in the dark alone Keep Forgetting where I left my phone Staring out of a Volvo window. Wishing I was somewhere else Holding onto a certain angle Just so I can see myself

When I'm running around Cool shades on I got no regrets All day long When I'm running around Cool shades on I got no regrets It don't last long

Fuckin up my room again Fuckin up my head Fall asleep on the floor again God I miss my bed Fuckin up my room again Fuckin up my head Ill never sleep at your house again Dont wanna miss your bed

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Shower speaker playing way too loud Neighbors mad I need to turn it down Checking my messages for something sweet Gonna have to move next week Pack up my shit and hold my breath I'm Glad it hasn't hit me yet. Closet full of vintage dresses Brave face on, I'm such a mess.

When I'm running around Cool shades on I got no regrets All day long When I'm running around Cool shades on I got no regrets It don't last long