Sage Francis Black Sweatshirt Letras:
Tonight I'm in the mood for some unscheduled
affection Spontaneous combustion...I'm playing
with my fire inside Burning my inner child
blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt
"Hey...when you play with the big boys, you
get hurt!" I used to suck my thumb while
rubbing silk blankets across my cheek Until my mom
denied me access. I bawled for weeks We don't
speak to this day. I came to terms with my fear
and loathing Now I wear this clothing...like it's
an extra layer of old skin Afraid to
shed...tears...in the fabric...from years that
I've had it Found abandoned on the stairs to the
attic Collecting runaway skin cells...absorbing
memories It's been to hell and back, dragged
through the dirt and even worn by enemies Born in
the 70's of the 20th century Making that
distinction is for future reference...In case
y'all remember me And my genesis. What's most
important is to remember this Women and men are
pissed. When they kiss they exchange spit that is
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venomous Most of it is affection-less and the
affects of this has us quick to clench a fist
Don't get fancy with your paintbrush when you
reminisce

I'm sentimental and I miss what used to be close
to me or maybe I've just got OCD and I can't break
my old routines Hopefully I reconcile with my
inseparable...what lies inside from head to toes
Instead of symbolizing clothes...identifying with
outside symbols...

Cut out the middle man...

But my woobie is in demand...

I'm feeling like a kid again.

"It protected me from the wind, sea and sand
Sanity was saved from the crazy cemetery walks And
every awkward moment spent talking with the Boogie
Man Man...managed unconditional comfort. As I've
come to understand... The monsters are under my
bed again... The monsters are under my bed
again."

Dedicated to the memory of my Black Sweatshirt
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