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therapeutic little bastard,
with a fetish for disaster,
crying in the foreground,
eyeballs floating all around,
everyone is watching you,
to see if they can eat you too,
the fog in the bathroom,
clean it up with your broom

I swear that I won't hurt you when I hold on

kiss me, i'm your medicine,
best friends together in sin,
my soul's gonna go out,
shout your name all nice and loud,
part without the whole,
hole adjacent to your soul,
you're beautiful, your little kick,
goddamn, it just makes me sick

promise not to hurt me when you hold on.

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from Small Questions About Substance EP, released August 1, 2014

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Jim Shorts’ David Haynes has been creating collections of lo-fi, haphazardly crafted guitar pop for over five years. Joined by drummer Mike Barth and an ever rotating cast of characters, the band delivers Haynes' semisweet melodies on a silver platter of fuzz. ... more

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