Of my latest batch of songs, this was the second, along with "Why I Can't Stop This Completely", that rapidly wrote itself.
lyrics
A Certain Constellation
You wrote me letters many years after
To tell me I was full of shit
And “love was a ruse to justify coming”
Dripping with bitter syrup
That wouldn’t come into vogue
Until many years later
In black rooms of roil and seethe
And invade our daily vocabulary
It’s pathological fear of missing out
You go mad thinking someone knows
A secret no one taught you
I pray that you'll thaw out
Before you kill
Asking me to read Ayn Rand
Begging me to see that you exist
Flattering me with insults to my gender
If I had dared
To rise in your eyes
Fall under your scrutiny and then fall in Love
I can only imagine your rage
You existed in my life before I even had a word for you
In his accusations of the trick of makeup
And flattering photo angles
His disdain for putting one on
His recoil from signs of frailty
Entitlement
With gentle hands
Entitlement
With “my best interest”
With an old college try
An illusion of honest effort
You wrote me letters many years after
To tell me you were full of
credits
from Best Dead Masterpiece,
track released September 1, 2020
Music and Lyrics: Leia Alexandra Manuel
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