I am braiding records into my hair
needles and record players, everything’s a
possible record cover
or a possible name for a band that
I will never have…
cause I sing my songs all by myself
all to myself, by myself
I am cute but I’m not in a band
where’s my band? where’s my band?
where’s my amplifiers?

so why don’t I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen
surrounded by forks and a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there’s no one here to stop me
from being so tired and sleeping with my mascara on

in the studio they’re adjusting the wires and microphones
and I’m about to sing my songs and they won’t be just my own
and I’m glad that they’ll exist but they’ll make me obsolete
cause I sing it just once and the wires they remember it
and sing it right back and they do it better than I can
anytime, anywhere, I’m preserved
I’m a jelly or a jam…

so why don’t I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen
a halo of forks and a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there’s no one here to stop me
from being so tired and being so drunk
why don’t I just pee in the middle of this kitchen
into a little teacup and I won’t miss a drop
I am drunk and there’s no one here to stop me
from being so eccentric and being so lonely

corazón…this is my corazón

I know that I am lucky, I make shit up all the time
and I start to believe it myself just cause it rhymes
but I’m so inconsistent my handwriting changes every other word
so I’m braiding records into my hair
needles and record players
everything’s a possible record cover or a possible name for a band that I will never have…

so why don’t I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen
a halo of forks and a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there’s no one here to stop me
from being so drunk and being so drunk
why don’t I just pee in the middle of this kitchen
into a little teacup and I won’t miss a drop
I am drunk and there’s no one here to stop me
from being so eccentric and being so lonely