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High School
04:06
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The air is thick and musty
With gossip and hormones
And the scent of somebody’s weed
And every surface is slick with
Liquor or something -
How is your mom cool with all this happening?
I’m standing here by my lonesome
In some corner or another
And no-one’s really talking to me
I don’t know what I’m doing here
I must admit I’m uncomfortable -
Maybe this house party life just isn’t for me
I walk outside
To find a bench to sit on that I can call mine
But deep inside
There’s a fear that tells me to run for my life
But I wanna fit in
And I want somebody to tell me
That they want me here, and I’m chill enough to be here, and offer me their juul
I know it sounds silly,
But I want to tell my kids that I was cool in high school
But no-one ever is
My friend has long since disappeared
To get fucked by her boyfriend
In someone else’s room upstairs and
I don’t know why I asked
Her to drag me here
When obviously nobody cares about me here
I walk outside
To breathe a minute under the night sky
Oh, deep inside
There’s a fear that tells me I will not survive
But I wanna fit in
And I want somebody to tell me
That they want me here, and I’m chill enough to be here, and offer me their juul
I know it sounds silly
But I want to tell my kids that I was cool in High School
But no-one ever is
And I wanna fit in
And I want somebody to tell me
That they want me here, and I’m chill enough to be here, and offer me their juul
I know it sounds silly
But I want to tell my kids that I was cool in High School
I know it sounds silly
But I want to tell my kids that I was cool in High School
But no-one ever is
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2. |
Clown (Tonya Harding)
03:25
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Sometimes my face looks like a clown:
Painted cheeks, painted frown,
My red lips twisted upside down
Each cry comes out a piercing shout:
A honking nose, a playful bout
Of laughter with an echo and a bounce
With all my white skin plastered down,
And my nose bright red all around,
It makes my teary eyes stand out,
And my cries comically loud
Like Tonya Harding don’t I pout
When my life’s laces they come out
Lips red and open like a trout
I think I’m drowning in self-doubt
And pity comes in swift abounds
But approval is nowhere to be found
My eyes become an endless fount
I cry the sad tears of a clown
My stringy bangs cover my eyes,
And as tears spill right down the sides,
I am blinded by the cameras and the lights
I tilt my head up to the sky,
My hair is pulled way back so tight,
I cannot breathe or think or do anything quite right
I think that all the bulbs have died,
And the crowd’s roaring has gone quiet
I cannot seem to recognize
The love that I have in my life
Like Tonya Harding, don’t I cry
When my life’s laces come untied
Ice dances outward from my eyes
I face judgement for my lies
My face is all screwed up and I
Think that I’m all screwed up inside
I’ll blame whoever I can find
Say something about my parents but I
Don’t think that I am traumatized
I’m pretty privileged, it’s pretty nice
All in all I’ve had a good life
And I am just undeniably whiny,
And needy,
And guilty,
And greedy
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H.U.?
03:02
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I don't wanna go back and read what I wrote to you
Last night or the night before that too
When I was lying in my hotel room
Wanting your hands on my body, you
Seems like you can't bring yourself to reply
To anything that I said that night
And part of me is glad that you might deny
What I told you when I was
Lying all alone, by the light of my phone
Jesus, fuck my cycle, for making me go
All nympho on you, when we both know
You never asked for me to ask for-
I know that there's no romance in this thing that is between us
And I'm sorry for getting attached to you regardless
But I am still in high school, and so desperate to hook up
And you live two blocks away,
So hey-
I might be trying to be someone that I am not
And that sucks a lot, but it doesn't suck as much
As I think it would, if I just went unfucked
And you only live two blocks away
I think we have may gotten off on the wrong foot
I know it seems like I am no good
At keeping my boundaries where they should
Be, I’m sorry If I ruined your vacation, I’m
Just looking for a better way to say
That when it comes to sex I don't think I’m okay
And I just want you to pay attention to me
And pin me up against a wall and
Press your hands into my neck, ‘tiIl I’m gasping hard for breath
Jesus, fuck my cycle, for making me want this
Or maybe it's just me, either way, I’m sorry
You never asked for me to ask for-
Oh, and I know, every time
I see your name on my phone I smile
Oh, and I don't know why
Cause you’re still you, and I’m still I
I know that there's no romance in this thing that is between us
And I'm sorry for getting attached to you regardless
But I am still in high school, and so desperate to hook up
And you live two blocks away,
So hey-
I might be trying to be someone that I am not
And that sucks a lot, but it doesn't suck as much
As I think it would, if I just went unfucked
And you only live two blocks away
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Snapchat
03:59
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I was on the phone
Talking to a friend
About how last night
We met for the first time
How did it take me
Four years to learn your name
?
I can’t say,
But I’m glad we talked for the first time
Or the last time
Depending on who you ask
Fiona tells me and I gasp
I cringe to hear her answer
My god,
I just heard from my best friend who heard from
My ex-best, ex-best friend who said that
You were trying to get out of it the whole time
If that’s, if that’s true then why’d you
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, and
Tell me I am beautiful and
Why did you promise me
We’d get dinner
And do this right
You’d take me out
Sooner or later
On some other summer night
I’m in such confusion
I don’t know just what to say
Was I stuck in an illusion
Of my hormones and rosé?
My friend keeps telling me
That I’m amazing, it’s okay
But you haven’t added me back on Snapchat yet
And it’s been more than a day
We were all alone
Cuddled in the room
What do people do here?
Have you heard rumors?
You tell me
About all your injuries
And taunt me with, near perfect
Zodiac compatibility
But then I heard from my best friend who heard from
My ex-best, ex-best friend who said that
You were trying to get out of it the whole time
If that’s, if that’s true then why’d you
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, and
Tell me I am beautiful and
Why did you tell me
Your head’s wack cause you whacked your head -
I’d jack you off or give you head instead
But either you don’t want me, really
Or you think I’m too drunk to do anything
And listen, buddy, I get your plight
Given how this will all look in the light
Maybe you just like talking to me
Could you enjoy my company?
I’m in such confusion
I don’t know just what to say
Was I stuck in an illusion
Of my hormones and rosé?
Were you interested or not because
It could go either way
I mean, I really hope you were
But I would understand if it weren’t the case
But everyone I ask says
That there’s no way, there’s no way
That you would entertain me
When I was so clearly flirting
Unless you had some interest
That you wanted to convey
But you haven’t added me back on Snapchat yet
And it's been more than a day
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5. |
Promposal
04:15
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Khaki pants, Cafeteria buzz
Surrounded by Chatty Cathy’s and Lucy’s in Love
Pisces season, Prom’s coming up
And every girls’ fingers are crossed under the table at lunch
In little glances, and mouths opening up
A whisper to a friend about - “Hey look over there…” it’s quite abrupt
I can’t see, when the wrestlers stand up
Hey, sit down, you morons, I can tell they’re on the cusp
Of greatness, And I wanna see it, when they fall
I turn my head across the room
Slow motion, fist of blue balloons
Behind the poster, hold your breath
O, Holy Founders, pray she’ll say yes
Phones out, cameras on
Hey, take a picture, it’ll probably last longer than
This fleeting romance, hydrogen bond -
I see him at his table, trying to look nonchalant
And unbothered, but something’s wrong -
He’s probably thinking about her, and how he wishes he could take her to prom
I wonder if I, look just as sad and withdrawn
How long will I string myself along?
I turn my head across the room
Slow motion, fist of blue balloons
Her favorite color, great foresight
Don’t worry, it’ll be alright
Commotion across the dining hall
And hey, I don’t know you at all
But I see him in the corner of my eye
It will be fine, I’m still alive
Your life is something you should love
You get the chance to man right up
And know that she will say I do
I live vicariously through you
My heart skips looking at his face
A moment, I don’t feel so disgraced
I cannot help I’m dumb and young
I’m sad now, so hurry up, I want it to be done
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Rumors
03:09
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Thank you for last night
I really had a blast
Hey, did you find my bra?
Can you bring it after class?
Every time I sit now,
I feel bruises on my ass
But I’m not mad, if I’m honest,
I’m kinda into that
I see you in the caf
You smile and wave
And my friend nudges me
And I give myself away
And everybody’s judging me
And maybe that’s okay
Cause maybe I like it that way
Around me there are whispers,
And rumors in the air
And they creep into my nostrils,
And get caught among the hairs
And it makes me wanna sneeze but
I’d like to keep them there
Cause as childish as it sounds,
They mean that someone cares
Somebody cares
When I walk in the room,
I know something has changed
Walking feels a lot less
Like I’m on display
There’s power in me now
That people know my name
And there’s an air around me
And I finally have a place
I see you look at me
I smile and wave
And my friend nudges me
And I give myself away
And everybody’s judging me
And maybe that’s okay
Cause maybe I like it that way
Around me there are whispers,
And rumors in the air
And they creep into my nostrils,
And get caught among the hairs
And it makes me wanna sneeze but
I’d like to keep them there
Cause as childish as it sounds,
They mean that someone cares
And around me there are whispers,
And glances and rumors
And they filter into my lungs,
I wanna breathe them into yours
They nestle right by my heart,
And they seem to fill that hole
As childish as it sounds,
I’m glad that someone knows
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7. |
Statistics
03:36
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In the abstract, you confound me
You bewilder, but not astound me
But I find when you’re around me
That is not the case
My knees wobble, my heart is pounding
In my ears like thunder resounding
And all of my surroundings
Seem to fade away, when I look into your gaze
And so I wonder what’s confounding
All my data and expounding
All the errors in my palpitations
Cause I can’t possibly be wanting this
Statistically, it makes no sense,
There’s no way I could want you for you
But today when I saw you in the lunchroom
And you gave me back the bag I left in your room
My heart started beating a little bit faster
And my stomach did rhythmic gymnastics
And I think I saw you in a new light,
Bathed in warmth and sunshine and I don’t know why
When you hug me clumsily, and knock the glasses from my eyes
I still lean in and sigh
Cause your smile is too goofy
And I hate your fucking groupies
And your face is too cartoony
To suit my mal-adjusted taste
Normally, I’m not too choosy
Cause I just want someone to use me
But I find you so confusing,
I wouldn’t choose you any day
And so I wonder what’s confounding
All my data and expounding
All the errors in my palpitations
Cause I can’t possibly be wanting this
Statistically, it makes no sense, there’s no way I could want you for you
But today when I saw you in the lunchroom
And you gave me back the bag I left in your room
My heart started beating a little bit faster
And my stomach did rhythmic gymnastics
And I think I might be feeling something
That makes my heart go pumping but I’m
Not sure if it’s love or just anticipation
Or habitual sexual association
But I think I saw you in a new light
Bathed in warmth and sunshine and I don’t know why when
You hug me clumsily and knock the glasses from my eyes
I still lean in and sigh
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8. |
Forgive Me
03:55
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What a Saturday night
I got dressed up all nice
For the second time
Hoping that you would see it
I am wearing thigh highs
There's glitter all 'round my eyes
But it's like, a subtle fun thing-
It's not too much at all
But you don't even notice
That I am here
I hate that you’re so flaky
I hate that you don't care
You told me to come over
But I've barely seen you at all tonight
I guess you're mad or something
That I accepted your invite
I am sorry
For being here
When you just wanna get high
And forget about your fears
I apologize
That I thought that you might care
Or I that put in effort
Cause I want something sincere
So forgive me, that I thought we had a thing
And forgive me for wanting you to fuck me
And forgive me for being at your party,
Though you said to come through
Forgive me for wanting you to want me too
Finally, people are leaving
And it's like two am
You're somewhere smoking weed
I just want your attention
Not like, in a bad way
But like, I care about you
I value what you give me
I wanna give something of value to you
But fuck, I can tell that you're fucked up
Too fucked to fuck me, baby
But so were you the first time
It's not that different to me
I stay until 4:30
Hoping you’ll change your mind
And decide that you want me
I'm dumb - I do this all the time
I am sorry
For being here
When you just wanna get high
And forget about your fears
Do I serve as a reminder
Of the fact that you’re unhappy?
Is that why you cant look at me?
Is that why I'm still here waiting?
And I know, somewhere deep down in my soul
That you do not care about or want me at all
But there's a part of me that just wants to be recognized
Is that a crime,
That I want to matter in your life?
But forgive me, that I thought we had a thing
And forgive me that I took it as reciprocity
Forgive me for being at your party
Though you said to come through
Forgive me for wanting you to want me too
(Absolve, Domine,
animas omnium fidelium defunctorum
ab omni vinculo delictorum)
Forgive me for being kinda mad
And being kinda sad that you canceled our plans
And forgive me for being at your party
Though you said to come through
Forgive me for wanting you to want me too
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9. |
Nicholas
04:14
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I heard from my friend Paige this weekend
At the pool party everyone was at, in Atherton
That she winked, and asked what you were doing
And you, misconstruing the question requested she tell you if she knew what we’d done
She said, she might’ve heard something
From my own mouth, when it happened, about it but
You said, that while we’d had a small fling,
Now it was lying, in casket, but while
It had lasted, for you it had been fun
And I was so enraged
And confused when my friend Paige
Told me what you said
I can’t let it go to my head
You never told me you were finished, did you, Nicholas?
And you never got back to me like you promised, and quite frankly it
Saddens me that you didn’t even care enough
To throw me out on the curb and tell me we were done
Though to me, hooking up is no more than getting fucked,
You can’t just decide when it’s over for the both of us, Nicholas.
I feel just like a fool now, a sorry and sad clown
All because I didn’t realize
That you were a massive fucking dunce who,
Who doesn’t have a sense of respect for anyone, despite all the warnings I still tried
And the worst part is I told you
I have never been chill and I need you to communicate
I was vulnerable around you, and told you what I wanted, and counted,
That you might somehow reciprocate
How could I be so wrong?
I think I knew all along
That it would end this way
Lord knows I always scare them away
You never told me you were finished, did you, Nicholas?
And you never got back to me like you promised, and quite frankly it
Saddens me that you didn’t even care enough
To throw me out on the curb and tell me we were done
Basic human decency stipulates you should’ve hit me up
Though to me, hooking up is no more than getting fucked,
You can’t just decide when it’s over for the both of us, Nicholas.
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Maggie Morgan San Francisco, California
Maggie Morgan is an independent singer-songwriter based in San Francisco, currently balancing her love of music with school.
She has been making singles since 2014, and released her first full-length album, Wasting Time, in 2017.
She makes all her music with one microphone she got from her dad's friend Steve in her bedroom, on GarageBand.
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