Songs

I am braiding records into my hair
Needles and record players
Everything's a possible record cover
Or a possible name for a band that I will never have
I will never have

'Cause I sing my songs all by myself
All to myself, for myself
I am cute
But I'm not in a band
Where's my band? Where's my band?
Where's my amplifiers?

So why don't I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen?
Surrounded by forks on a linoleum floor
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so tired and sleeping with my mascara on

In the studio they're adjusting the wires and microphones
And I'm about to sing my songs
And they won't be just my own
And I'm glad that they'll exist
But they'll make me obsolete

'Cause I sing it just once, and the wires, they remember it
And sing it right back
And they do it better than I can
Anytime, anywhere, I'm preserved
I'm a jelly or a jam
Jelly or a jam

So why don't I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen?
A halo of forks on the linoleum floor
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so tired and being so drunk
Why don't I just pee in the middle of this kitchen?
Into a little teacup and I won't miss a drop
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so eccentric and being so a-lonely

Corazón
Corazón
This is my
Corazón

I know that I am lucky
I make shit up all the time
And I start to believe it myself
Just 'cause it rhymes
But I'm so inconsistent
My handwriting changes every other word

So, I'm braiding records into my hair
Needles and record players
Everything's a possible record cover
Or a possible name for a band that I will never have
I will never have
Never have, never have, never have

So why don't I just sleep in the middle of this kitchen?
A halo of forks on the linoleum floor
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so drunk and being so drunk
Why don't I just pee in the middle of this kitchen?
Into a little teacup and I won't miss a drop
I am drunk and there's no one here to stop me
From being so eccentric and being so a-lonely