girl power give me flowers
throw them to the crowd
shred your guitar, don’t go too far
all we have is now
I fell asleep at the punk rock show
woke up on the dirty floor
waited by the backstage door
didn't know how to say no
fingers on my hip bones
he's screamin to a microphone
camera flash to feel alone
in the middle of the night
cheap weed and spanish streets
passed out on expensive sheets
crushing hearts beneath our heels
don't say u don't know how it feels
semi-autobiographical
isolation, identity, autonomy, globalism.
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- Influences besides NY&LA: Francesca Lia Block, Mary, Courtney Love, Janet Fitch, Casey & Nick, Lindsay, My sisters, Rachel, Jessica, Melina, Gabe, Annie, Peggy Ellsberg & the Ells Girls aka Meli Julie & Sherrie, Jenny, Bob Dylan, Suede, Shirley Manson, Heidi Sigmund Cuda, Gwen Stefani, Bad Religion, Beyond Scents, thrift stores, JetBlue & the Airtrain, Telluride, Faith Hill, Peeps, Pete Wentz
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