Spin - Meat Katie, Erika Higgins

Whatever whatever whatever…

keeps feeding back to granny’s crappy monitors,

fits back inside my head forever…

and I just wanna go and die in the woods when I’m this lonely and this high

slowly pine smoking and sky.

no east village dive no record sport and our guide like you good boys to fuck

for distraction and not satisfaction.

see I came of age in the age of videogames

so life is this series of extra guile, next levels, bonus points and i’m

thinking what’s the point?

so I spin my shirt is shiny and reflecting sequence till there’s a line all

over the black wall stoned disco-bar.

come on spin mixes my senses of what you’ve been doing

coming of age in a rage on a stage in this east village dive.

and I’m typing this animation with your eyes as big as my face and teased blond

hair like a halo.

gonna ride?

see me on stage

and silver platforms that shoot lasers into the girls on the front row

and they all dissolve into dots of light and they glow.

and there’s this two of me reflecting in the eyes of your dark glasses the way

you’re looking at me

makes me feel asleep and unclean

oh slithering and sliding in front of you with thc and nicotine sparkling

through my blood stream.

into the pants of my fingers pulsing against the mic-stand

into my eyes watering chunks of black maskara

into my thighs hyper aware of how they wrap together…

as I spin you see through the guts to the skin that you marked with your sin

like the ones that I went before you.

so come on spin mixes my senses of what you’ve been doing

coming of age in a rage on a stage in this east village dive.

and after the show i’m still getting high with Howie

Bobby had his pointed sideburn lucid boy comic book character drug dealer i boy

out in high school right?

and you’re too cool right?

lighting up leaning against the bathroom door passing me the smooth wood bong.

I didn’t think I could get higher but i do

I didn’t think I could get higher but i do

and every time spinning my body rotates around you

'cos I spin and this pointless dance starts again and I’m moving just to feel

half the life.

so come on spin mixes my senses of what you’ve been doing

coming of age in a rage on a stage in this east village dive.