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iii. trigger warning (surplus)

from last of the scarlet years by there will be fish

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the last part of a quadrilogy, a song called "that night" about that night, adapted from a poem called "where the red fern grows".

this part is about feeling uncomfortable while you're drunk in the back seat.

lyrics

we throw your stupid drunk ass in the car
and clean up the place
and our hostess's dad thanks us
for being so kind
and i try not to laugh
because the water feels funny on my hands.

we drive down terrifying roads,
past deer and signs and
empty styrofoam takeout boxes
and you babble on about everything
and ask the same damn questions over and over
where are we going
are we there yet
i wanna go home can we go home?

you ask us again and again
and we stop answering you
and you get annoyed
but you're too drunk to get anything.

we pass a graveyard, and a field,
and you asked what happened.
I tell you,
we died.
we hit a deer and
we died.

you seem genuinely concerned,
and i feel bad,
but not enough to say anything else.

you say
well, since we're dead,
why don't we pull over
and you can both rape me in the field.
silence.
he asks if i'm comfortable
and it takes me a while
to realize he ignored what you said
and was talking about the temperature of the car.
i tell him i'm a little bit toasty,
and crack the window.
you mumble on about fucking us in the back seat,
but we ignore you
or at least we both pretend to.

we drive on
and you ask us if we're there yet.
we pass two cops,
and we drop you off
by your font door.
i try to help you out,
you somehow regain soberness enough to walk to your bedroom.
your father opens the door for you
i panic,
we panic,
and leave,
and i am left to sit with my friend
sharing a cigar and
hope that we did the right thing.


this is the last damn song i will write about you, i swear it on my fucking soul

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from last of the scarlet years, released November 27, 2013

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there will be fish Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

an adult with a computer and a few musical instruments.
see also: IAMFYNE.bandcamp.com

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