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The Stray Kat Aug 2017
Cars pass by the window,
none of them are yours.
Don't have a bed,
but you won't sleep on any floors.
You won't take the time,
but say I take every minute.
You don't get my mind,
but you're constantly in it.
I hear that you love me,
but I never see that you do,
People pass by the window,
but none of them are you.
The Stray Kat Aug 2017
I hate the taste of bourbon,
Feels too far from urban,
It makes me think of home.
Small talk,
Small flock,
Small minds.
Art on my body,
Unique or a hobby?
"How will you feel when you're old?"
I love being different,
But not the feeling that comes with it,
Being worn down by squares.
I hate the taste of bourbon,
It's almost disturbing,
How badly I want to be alone in a crowd.
Don't get me wrong I love my own personal style and the person I am but it gets tiring living in a small town and having a bunch of super old people come up to you and judge you based off of your appearance. Let people be themselves!
The Stray Kat Sep 2017
Always feel peace of mind,
When I have you in my line of fire.
Saw her standing all alone,
Behind a black swivel throne.
She's the queen,
She's the queen,
She's the queen.
Of my desire.
Mind control,
Had she known,
She wouldn't be under my spell.
I keep her close,
Under my nose.
A heavy dose,
Of a pearl from it's shell.
She can't escape my desire.
String you along,
Around my neck.
Call you up,
So you don't forget -
I show you off,
I treat you well,
So you can't say you miss your shell.
You can't escape,
Can't escape,
Can't escape.
My desire.
A song I wrote. Look out for my YouTube channel, username TheOfficialKatGi. I post music on there sometimes.
The Stray Kat Aug 2017
There used to be a boy that lived down the street,
I thought I loved him when we ****** in the front seat.
I felt like a grown up,
I didn't feel sixteen.
A few men later, felt sharp as a tack.
I loved a man that said "I'd give you the shirt off my back".
I felt like a grown up,
I didn't feel eighteen.
Then came a man with my mom's new last name,
I escaped the final touch but not all the blame.
He told me "you're not a kid anymore",
Every day since I was twelve he did the math.
I wish I didn't want to grow up before,
I was only eighteen and a half.
Still recovering from the time someone took all the magic out of young love, growing up, and having trust.
The Stray Kat Sep 2017
3D Dali,
Lost in your eyes while I breathe in dragons blood.
My lungs,
Filled with,
Hope, Faith, a need or something dumb.
Purple stuck in a globe,
God I know you want to be free.
But we're all stuck in a cage,
Where others think we should be.
******* a postcard can you tell me,
Why I sit here and pretend,
Like we're all just make believe,
In someone's twisted little head?
But my pain,
I think it's real.
My feet crowded by the carpet,
I feel.
But who will tell us how to heal?
Please, who will tell us how to heal?

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