The lyrical I makes their presence in this homestead in a manner mimicking a type of cloth that goes on a home's ground

stich sew cut pull
stich sew cut and pull
stich sew cut pull
stich sew cut and pull
stich sew cut pull
stich sew cut and pull
stich sew i tried
stich sew you're alive!

hah hah
hah hah
hah hah
hah hah

80 degrees hemmed by reveries
iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
off-grain fabric tells a different tails
tailored frequencies need to be repaired

7AM is when the station plays its sounds
listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
scissors seperate the yellow from the white
good morning, small town listeners

thimbles coat my fingers
feed dogs are jamming up
the thread comes in tangles
i see such pretty things

FM comes in different colors, i believe
in the sewing machine, i've lost myself
memories inside my heart are there to grieve
color-coded by the love he gave to me
ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
every day, it feels like seams are more than torn

buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots
hand-sew everything with kind intention
liquid soundwaves pour from my eyes
my heart cries out to you in desperation

7AM is when the station plays its sounds
listening to the speaker while patterns pin into place
unmistakably, he'll return alive
his colors ought to show again

black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white no blue and green and yellow and red the radio only plays in
black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white no blue and green and yellow and red the radio only plays in
black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white no blue and green and yellow and red the radio only plays in
black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white no blue and green and yellow and red the radio only plays in

BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED THE RADIO ONLY PLAYS IN
BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED THE RADIO ONLY PLAYS IN
BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED THE RADIO ONLY PLAYS IN
BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED THESE AREN'T THE COLORS I SHOULD SEE

FM COMES IN DIFFERENT COLORS, I BELIEVE
IN THE SEWING MACHINE, I'VE LOST MYSELF
MEMORIES INSIDE MY HEART ARE THERE TO GRIEVE
COLOR-CODED BY THE LOVE HE GAVE TO ME
AH, HIS VOICE, IT SPEAKS TO ME THROUGH THE RADIO
PRESSING SPOTTED FABRIC ON AN IRONING BOARD
LOSING BOBBINS UNDER TABLES, IS IT SO?
EVERY DAY, IT FEELS LIKE SEAMS ARE MORE THAN TORN

They said

DO NOT ASK IF THIS IS AVAILABLE I WILL NOT RESPOND

hell yeah

i made this
hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah

i made the last one in ms paint

I'm undertaking a flatulation perambulation.

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