By The Seaside: A Boardwalk, A Garden Party, and a Fly (demo3) (Patreon)

art by larvaecandy

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Eyes like a motherfucking haloEyes like a motherfucking haloEyes like a motherfucking haloBut don’t you dare call him an angel

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Petty nepo boy in the pink shortsHis daddy covers for his sins in the pink courtMoccasins on, he don’t skin his own hidesAnd his momma picked them out at full price

Well I’d rather be a loner than a fakerAnd I’d rather be a bitch than a takerThey say “they’re gonna do it anyway,so let’s all just stay safe”

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Words like bristles, smiles through gritPerfumes, poisons, in each spitDo you know the rules, do you follow?All which he decides change tomorrow

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I’ve been in the hell he believes inIt’s a ten step guide on social eatingI’ve been growing on the walls and I’m stayingPutting my money on the game that they’re playing

I can't take you seriously When you're out there staring at meIn your hive mentalityWeaving your reality

By the seasideBy the seasideBy the seasideBy the seaside

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It's a long conIt's another charadeIf you're not the typeThen you just can't stayEveryone knows the name of the gameBut me

Can't a girlGet some room to breathe?"Feel free to smileIt'll put me at ease!""Surely you can find thebrighter side of it?"

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Eyes like a motherfucking haloEyes like a motherfucking haloEyes like a motherfucking haloBut don’t you dare call him an angel

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Words like bristles, smiles through gritPerfumes, poisons, in each spitDo you know the rules, do you follow?All which he decides change tomorrow

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I’ve been in the hell he believes inIt’s a ten step guide on social eatingI’ve been growing on the walls and I’m stayingPutting my money on the game that they’re playing

I can't take you seriously When you're out there staring at meIn your hive mentalityWeaving your reality

By the seasideBy the seasideBy the seasideBy the seaside