my doomed affair

by Tracer Metula

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little did you know this day would come our unspoken promise: broken, done i’m no one’s necessary shoulder, no it figures that my frame would seem too slight my tears’ll fail at your funeral eyes dry: a way to say I’m alright blood gets nowhere with this heartsicle frozen in place oh no… no fair… you cut but you cut in vain whatever you say we can be a tricycle: hop on could you keep your poise were my wheel gone? oh no concern, i’m used to walking now it’s better for my lungs and for my heart i can’t afford to waste another word on sentences that finish what they start keep your distance close; no need to get near if you do intrude the cost is clear offer my reply: “what is it to me?” you could never thaw cold-hearted me ice flows so slowly and if only there’s enough to make the mountains melt under the ocean so much frozen drifting silent just the peak to be seen pour your story out ready to be served i’ll provide the glasses and sugar does it burn your tongue? i’ve got just the thing for your comfort thank cold-hearted me it’s not like another problem that i’m solvin’ no one else was as surprised as me i’m thinking often we could soften maybe give ourselves somewhere to fall upon (my heartsicle is frozen… it’s vain to cut it open) it’s a miracle my blood gets thru my veins with this heartsicle frozen in place check my pulse tho maybe i don’t want to know you cut but you cut in vain whatever you say
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all mothers have concerns are they gone? are they gone? are they gone? a sweet thing i mighta been my worst behavior only a more valuable lesson in sin and consequence so i slipped into the world well-equipped well, i quit oh no, mother, i regret the mess i make i deserve no cash nor birthday cake a life more ordinary i had every intention are they gone? are they gone? are they gone? but images unknown without me leave reason overthrown could i please you and abandon hypothetic poetry? to cry for a miracle or somethin’ to cover up my clumsy strummin’ anywhere you want to pin your hopes i’m a joke i love you too much for my own good (my own good) but my own good’s no good at all not at all ah ah oh no good at all—ah! i couldn’t i couldn’t i couldn’t do it i couldn’t i couldn’t i couldn’t do it i couldn’t i couldn’t i couldn’t do it i couldn’t i couldn’t i couldn’t do it

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B-sides, demos, and acoustic tunes.

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released January 29, 2018

written by Jacob Hunt

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Tracer Metula Atlanta, Georgia

Tracer Metula is an "indie rock" combo from Atlanta, GA. They sound like early Weezer through a post-punk filter with an extra dose of garage rock. From time to time, their lyrics rhyme.

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