Текст песни stoop kid - Car Seat Headrest
This
city
has
its
share
of
stairs
& if
you
stay
there
no
one
cares
These
boxes
I
should
probably
recycle.
I
haven′t
eaten
in
so
long.
Stoop
kid's
afraid
to
leave
his
stoop.
I′d
like
to
travel
the
world
babe
but
stoop
kid
etc.
The
concrete
breaks
my
heart
again.
Some
kid
walks
by
I
spit
at
them.
The
grocery
story
will
still
be
there
tomorrow.
I
want
a
therapist
more
fucked
up
than
me
b/c
I
look
in
your
eyes
like
a
deer
looks
into
headlights
If
I
had
a
little
time
maybe
I
could
start
to
find
my
way
out
but
every
time
I
move
my
feet
dance
my
way
across
the
street
I
lose
it
there's
still
beer
cans
on
the
step
I
pretend
that
I
have
kept
on
purpose
but
when
the
trashman
comes
around
I
just
start
to
feel
so
down
I
can't
move
Stoop
kid′s
afraid
to
leave.
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