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Eros Oct 22
"A slaughterhouse,"

I think of my own home, the way imagery of the blood from my mistakes slips down the walls, all vivid in my head as I visualize the old house.

"An outlet mall"

The mall that was shut down about 2 years ago now, one where my grandma worked, I'd visit and we'd shop together in Old Navy where she worked and we'd talk about what used to fill the old stores.

"Slot machines,"

The casino off Exit 33, a familiar name in my life, having been once as a kid even if the casino haunts my memories as everyone somehow connected to it.

"Fear of God"

The religious trauma, the slow drag of sin taking over the little catholic girl I once was, as the smoke exited my lips after an attempt to revisit the church after 4 years.

"Windows down,"

The flashbacks to the car rides with mom or dad where we'd scream the song lyrics and laugh, the way they both sped even with me in the car, not a single care other than to be picked as my favorite.

"Heater on"

I always hated heaters, hated the warmth, but the smell of the vents turning on after the long summer is soothing to my brain.

"Big bolts of lightning hanging low"

I watch the storms, until they finish, all lights off in my room with the blinds all the way up as I ignore everything around me and focus on the rain hitting the glass, the booms of thunder, and the flashes of light.

"Over the coast, everyone's convinced"

The East Coast is too familiar, I've been here my whole life, and I don't think I could ever comprehend not being here at some point cause I always planned to stay.

"It's a government drone or an alien spaceship"

I couldn't know, I didn't understand, how everything could somehow collapse in 4 years.

"Either way, we're not alone"

I found someone, a boy, someone I love and could never leave, the future bright in my eyes as I don't wish to relive my life for the first time.

"I'll find a new place to be from"

His family was amazing, caring, and accepted me so fast, I could never feel whole anywhere else even with my own parents.

"A haunted house with a picket fence"

My old home.

"To float around and ghost my friends"

I'd always regret.

"No, I'm not afraid to disappear"

I was never scared of death but the idea of dying scared me.

The billboard said, "The end is near"

As I pass by the familiar roads.

"I turned around, there was nothing there"

The memories were fading, whether good or bad, I was starting to forget.

"Yeah, I guess the end is here"

I'll silently stare at the old house, the old mall, my old friends, my parents, my boyfriend and his family, and even myself. And every time I look, I know, I'll remember the end.
Listened to it randomly and immediately got flashbacks so I made this

ALL LYRICS AND COPYWRITE BELONG TO PHOEBE BRIDGERS, I DID NOT CREATE ANYTHING IN THE QUOTES
Robert Jul 2017
We live in a society
that provides studies, education and university.
We live in a society
that also provides therapy.
See, if I said I refuse the education,
everyone would look at me in shock and irritation.
But if I told I take a therapy,
I would get an alien-look that makes me feel like here
I am not supposed to be.
Sure, it's not quite a thing you say at a party or your first date.
But why is it still labelled as something so bad?
Because let's face the fact.
Everyone carries at least one package of ****
in their bag pack.
And there is **** you better flush together with someone else.
So, I show respect,
to those who seek out for help.
This is not a sign of weakness but lion-strength.
Dealing with oneself, looking into the darkness of the past, making footsteps into the
old pain,
that deserves applause and acknowledged fame.
Society provides enough stinky people who keep carrying their ****.
Who got so used to the smell that they just live with it.
But the package gets heavier and heavier over time,
turning into bricks.
I understand that it's scary,
and some people would rather jump off the cliffs
of Grand Canyon than opening the seeming box of Pandora.
And I say it so simply and easy,
even cheesy,
but there is joy and peace waiting
piled under the ****.
So, people.
Look at it!
Get rid of it!
Go through the dark tunnel,
dare to make the step.
By healing yourself you also heal everyone else.
Flush that ****.

— The End —