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Star Anise
02:41
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You were cooking with star anise
I was playing your old guitar and its strings are perpetually out of tune
But it’s charming ‘cause it reminds me of you
Dance in front of the kitchen sink
Don’t you think it’s such a funny thing
You don’t know that you’re in too deep ’til your face is blue
If only we would have known
That we would have gotten so
Caught up in the numbers and clocks instead of saying why not
The numbers and clocks instead of saying why not
I was tracing lines on your face
You were feeling my heartbeat race
Twisted and tangled in sheets
Does it feel empty now without me
Crawling into that space there
That someday someone else will share
A girl with an experienced mind
She’ll be older and wiser, but I was kind
And when you meet her you’ll know
Maybe you won’t get so
Caught up in the numbers and clocks instead of saying why not
The numbers and clocks instead of saying why not
And I’ll replay every situation
Add up every math equation
Re-connect all of the dots
But nothing changes the plot
And I’ll replay every scene
Wondering what it all means
The numbers and clocks instead of saying why not
The numbers and clocks instead of saying why not
I hope you’re somewhere cooking with star anise
I’m playing my old guitar and its strings are more in tune
And I’m writing a song about you
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Empty Connection
04:02
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Hey, how’s it going
Hey, what you doing
Wanna come over tonight
I listen for a heartbeat
Talking to a phone screen
But nothing’s on the other side
Actor from LA, writer from the bay
Anyone could be a good time
I could go out tonight, go with the flow
Let someone else take off my clothes
But you’re still on my mind
And I don’t want an empty connection
A cry for attention
Just another way to distract my heart
So I can keep myself from falling apart
Empty connection
Another lesson
I could swipe right ’til both my thumbs turn blue
But I just wanna throw my phone away and run to you
He’s handsome funny and he’s got money
And he says he likes my vibe
I could let him kiss me, tell me that he loves me
I’ll probably feel fine
But I miss laughing ’til we cry
Your hands holding mine
Feeling something new
I’ll drink another glass of wine so I can get you off my mind
And stop wishing he was you
Just another empty connection
A cry for attention
Just another way to distract my heart
So I can keep myself from falling apart
Empty connection
Another lesson
I could swipe right ’til both my thumbs turn blue
But I just wanna throw my phone away and run to you
I wish I could fuck the pain away
Scream someone else’s name to drown you out
I could let him run his fingers through my hair
Another meaningless affair to stop the drought
I could do without, I could do without
Another empty connection
A cry for attention
Just another way to distract my heart
So I can keep myself from falling apart
Empty connection
Another lesson
I could swipe right ’til both my thumbs turn blue
But I just wanna throw my phone away and run to you
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Fiona Apple
03:56
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I thought I'd add a song to your playlist today
There's a New York indie band who just moved out to L.A.
And I think you'd like their lyrics even though they're a bit cliche
I wonder what you're listening to these days
I've been listening to my own sad love songs on repeat
Trying to forget your voice's simple melody
And I had to delete every song that reminded me of your name
I don't listen to Fiona Apple since you went away
And I hope that you don't mind if I start to reminisce
'Bout the night that I got drunk and made you listen to Taylor Swift
And you made me stop my dancing so you could pull me in for a kiss
You stole the words right out of my lips
Now I'm singing gibberish 'cause I just can't find the words
I strum the strings on my guitar 'til all my fingers hurt
And I'll write a million lyrics but they all just feel the same
And I'll listen to some pop songs just to get me through the day
And I threw away every momento and the mixtape that you made
I don't listen to Fiona Apple since you went away
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7
02:38
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One, two, three weeks since you last saw me
Four, five, six, seven days of the week I can't sleep
I've been counting all the things we could've done differently
I'll keep counting all the times I wish that it was me
Eight, nine, ten songs that I play in my head
Thirteen tracks on the album you said you couldn't forget
I've been counting all the things that you could've said to me
I'll keep counting all the messages I write and then delete
And how many glasses of wine will it take
'Til I break my own rules, said you made a mistake
And how many lonely nights will pass
'Til you call me up drunk, say that you want me back
But it's all in my head, it's all in my head
One, two, three years 'til you forget about me
I'll be at the bar, your friend's band is playing
Your new girl asks, "Who is she?"
And you'll start counting all the things you could've done differently
Just 1,095 days that you could've been with me
And I'll start counting all the minutes
'Til you walk up and say, "How have you been?"
And I make some excuse to run away
'Cause when I see your face it all starts again, and again, and again, and again
One, two, three songs that I'll write, but never send
I'll keep counting the days 'til I feel okay again
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Kira Morrison Los Angeles, California
singer/songwriter born and raised in LA. specialist in sad girl songs.
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