from Nebraska

A poem in the voice of Rosalita. Read More.

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I don’t like salesmen

And you’ve got nothing to sell me

Sure you’re suave

but you’re just nicely packaged

I’m bored with conversation

That leads nowhere and says nothing

And you said nothing

Just to talk to me

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[chorus]

Don’t talk to girls

As if we’re aliens from outer space

I’ll look at you

As if you crawled out of the black lagoon

And I’ll be nice

But my heart is asking you don’t try

Another time

To come around twice

Don’t talk to girls

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I’m not that different

I like guitars, pop stars and vid’yo games

Don’t you go hard

Trying to impress me

I’m only feeling tested

Like some time-share investment

I’m not that shallow

Just spend time on me

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It’s scarier than halloween

How you think that you know my dreams

You’ll never win

I’ll never sleep

If boys keep thinking they’re hot shit

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[chorus]

Don’t talk to girls

As if we’re slot machines in worn-out jeans

Because next time

I’ll react like I’m the zombie bride

And I’ll be nice

But my heart is asking you don’t try

Another time

To come around twice

Don’t talk to girls

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Ladies, couldn’t we do better

If the men out here weren’t selfish?

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Wouldn’t I be happy

If a boy had never spoken

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Like I’m a poster in his bedroom

Or a character I’m playing

I’m not hypothetic,

Parasitic,

Fictional or pixie-manic

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It’s scarier than halloween

How you think that you know my dreams

…

I’ll never sleep

If this nightmare doesn’t end!

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[solo]

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[chorus]

Don’t talk to girls

As if we’re mirrors of your esprit corps

Because I’ll wish

I’m back in my sarcophagus

And I’ll be nice

But my heart is asking you don’t try

Another time

To come around twice

Don’t talk to girls

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Just to talk to me.

Don’t talk to me.

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(New chapter of Nebraska arriving this Sunday. Catch up from the beginning here.)