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Sickbed inside her house

Talking to a person from South Carolina

Tried to breathe in a stranger's mouth

Tried to find a pulse, and could never find one

I wanna help so bad

I wanna slant his axis upward

I wanna help so bad

Wants to find the funeral and find the mother

Just to say he tried to help the sucker

I wanna help so bad



Sickbed inside my room

Sending little messages to somebody sicker

Must be a bad phase of the moon

Kissing on a hotheaded action figure

I wanna be a friend

I wanna help her from a distance

I wanna be a friend

Rather than a suitor in her reminiscence

I just wanna be a wall that listens

I wanna be a friend



Everybody's parents are in love in some way,
savage or solemn or separate

This is a belief that I'd rather not say;
some of my friends are real delicate

The sun moon lovers made a plan for your day

You only believe it when desperate

Are you desperate like I'm desperate?



Sickbed and sadder now

Trying to be levity for somebody's spiral

Wants to die and tells me how

Everybody ran away or gave an eyeroll

I can't let them go

Even when the people I trust insist to

I can't let them go

Chronically abandoning's a separate issue

Even if it wasn't, oh, how I'd miss you

I can't let you go



Sickbed reversal round

Apologizing every time I feel a new feeling

Rib cage of eiderdown

I think we're indestructible, so why isn't it healing?

I don't wanna head home

I don't wanna face my parents like this

I don't wanna head home

Tryna spit it out with laryngitis

Sorry that I acted out in crisis

I don't wanna head home



I used to tell secrets to a stranger by phone;
we governed as lovers discorporate

I felt liberated as an Easter rolled stone,
sifting the illness for sediment

It got real foul, like touching unknowns

A sickbed laden with desperate

Are you desperate like I'm desperate?

Mouthguard stripped by elements

Are you desperate like I'm desperate?

Sickbed bad as I let it get

Are you desperate like I'm desperate?

Epitaph reads: “That's not what I meant”

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from My Own Car, released March 16, 2023

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Anthony Jay Sanders Chicago, Illinois

I sing for The Island of Misfit Toys, I sing for myself, and I definitely sing for you. This is a place to gradually release everything that isn't TIOMT.
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