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I found a fan to manhandle my brand
F*cked him to Hell with a slip of my hand and a flip of the van
He said I flirted with death for the highs
Came with the territory
Dude, I don't need these bullsh*tty lines
Man you wouldn't believe
The night Josh Tillman came in me

Met Father John Misty around my third eternity
I asked what went wrong
Well for one, cat, the fact that you've heard of me
Ditching my demon was tricky at best
Meeting my idol
Hm
Take it or leave it
I cherished the s*x
And he sighed, flicked his f*g
We both called out daddy in bed
And while he choked I was streaming
Game Grumps Wheel of Fortune
The only thing left that turns me on

I checked my vibe
Oh I don’t think I got it right
Waifu-tier
Ripe in tights
Ken Ashcorp in real life
Green on my hip
Thigh high
Anticipate surprise
No YouTube thumbnail guise
I'm here to take what's mine
You like your tea with crying
Safeword is trap three times

There are days all I eats cigs and porridge
Well of course Hell is N-n-n-Nick Nick Orange
Regret the days I spent bored
There are days that I just can’t remember
Days I’d give a leg
If I could just forget
And there are days I get wet
You fear your needs, you overhear
You get more bummer-y every year

Demonizate
Demonize
No I mean demonetize
My angel eyes
Are fires
Cursed architechturized
New Chupacabra life

Every guy wants a girl who can fix him
Shut my mouth and hold me in bliss
I'll stay for every threat that you made
Every girl needs a man for the chaos
Hold on to that cross
Bear with the aftercare
‘Cause once you wallow soul’s bared
I feel the need to overshare
And ain’t it dumb you had to care

My hearts too weak to light not one more soul tonight
Flames shoot the sky
Reminds of air in the Glassport heights
Heard that it's like a high
I couldn’t stay here if I tried
And I tried

I felt the need to overshare
And twitter rounded down their squares
Not a single one was spared
Bait clicked
Beget a billion fans
Came up roses or just ferns
They cut the vine
I cut me worse
We burned out CRT displays
It works its worth the warps and waves

Give a f*ck, sell your soul for a reason
Ain’t it lucky I’m broken real deep and
Wish me luck for my role in your cheating
Every guy want a girl take a beating
All my rage make me tsundere wife bait
A traumismo day dream macho s*x fate
We can spar in our yard for our next date
We can f*ck in your car while I’m texting
I could be your Neopet sparkle doggy
I can dress like the maid that the N*zis wanted
Red lips, French hips, with the frilly bits
Every guy want a girl who can handle sh*tty kisses
Every guy want a girl with a D and
Every guy want a girl outta league, man
Every guy want a girl for bullying
Every guy want a girl who a demon

Your text last night
Replied
Give it another try
I’ll serenade
Put on whatever you think’s my vibe
What do you think’s my vibe?
What do you think’s my vibe?
My vibe

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from Vine Star Rehab Piano Sessions (Bandcamp Exclusive), released September 15, 2021

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“Jeff Burgess is a musical chameleon, and a pretty talented one at that…overflowing with fun and energy and a pure, raw confidence.” - Margaret Welsh, Pittsburgh City Paper

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