The natural part in your hair before you comb.
Eye socket into eye socket - bone on bone.
Exclusively tentacle porn.
The sweat on the back mist onto the face,
And my trash is on the floor all over the place.
I got drunk and read The People’s History
Added a Karl Marx museum to a list of places
I’d want to see.
Deciding that romance does not exist with you
Was so romantic to me.
And this is the problem I decided to have
You cut the split ends off my hair
And threw them out in a plastic bag.
Even though they sing about injustice and being generally fed up with the male species, Camp Cope play like they’re having the time of their lives. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2018