from Nebraska

a poem in Rosalita’s voice

[V1]

Violet glitter in the eye

In the eye of the beholder

A lightning bolt in the hands of the collector

In indie sleaze

And practiced ease

Something is always pulling me closer

[V2]

A rosary filled with shame

A valentine kept on a chain

A six-string prayer, articulating love and despair

In plastic chains

Monogrammed names

S-s-s-something is pulling me closer

[pre-chorus]

Oh don’t be shy

It never lasts

But it lives forever when the torch gets passed

I hear your voice

Re-write my memories

In silver sharpie that got smudged by me

[chorus]

Wreck my ears with your headphone howl

Break my back in with stiletto stride

Fuck up my identity with cheap box dye

Just please

Let’s sing

Tonight

[V3]

Sirens at piano keys

Singing out their heart to me

From the curl in my hair to the paint on my toes

Violet glitter

Makes me sicker

If I try to resist the pull

[V4]

And in my dreams I hear them still

The music never leaves me

The sorcery is cast on me, full moon rising

Burning the sage

My blood on the page

And I can’t stop pulling you closer

[bridge]

When night falls violet

Through the glistening quiet

A crackling sound can still be heard

Music is my silence

My riotous compliance

Drop the needle and let yourself be heard

In the glitter

Of pyrotechnic surge

[chorus]

Wreck my ears with your headphone howl

Break my back in with stiletto stride

Fuck up my identity with cheap box dye

Just please

Let’s sing

Tonight

[b2 / chorus]

Violet glitter in the eye of the beholder

(wreck my ears with your headphone howl)

Singing their heart out at me

(break my back with stiletto stride)

A six-string prayer is cast on me, full moon rising

(my identity is cheap box dye)

The torch will be passed

It never really lasts

Just please

Let’s sing

Tonight

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