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your shirt (ft. car seat headrest)

by lonely carp

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about

i wrote this poem a long, long time ago, when i was a teenager and in love with my straight best friend. we don't really talk anymore.
i found it written on a scrap of paper; funnily enough, under my bed, a few years later.
car seat headrest's twin fantasy had been a defining album of my adolescence, and so to me, will toledo's voice will always carry that particular timbre of suffering i was going through during this time.
for this reason, i asked will to read it for me so i could put it with a weird experimental track, and he kindly obliged. thank you will, luv u

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lyrics

you left your shirt at my house

i don’t know when

i don’t really know how

how do these things ever happen,

they just do.

i cleaned my room, finally,

and there it was, under my bed

staring at me

and my parents told me

there are no monsters under your bed

well

except the ones

of your dark and unforgettable past.



you left your shirt at my house

and now it’s creeping closer to me

climbing up my bed

it’s on me now

and i’m in you

and you are all around me

I’m taking in every smell and every stain

stains you probably didn’t even notice

and now I realise

I’m at home here

with these stains you never noticed

I’ve become one of them

on a shirt

that you cared enough about

to leave lying around at somebody else’s house.

It’s funny because

every time this happens

I say, no

I’m not going to write another poem about you

this will be my last

and every single ‘you’ in my fucked up repertoire

is you.

and the worst part is

you never knew

you’ll never know,


how could you?



You left your shirt at my house

you forgot all about it

I don’t know why

I don’t really know how

how do these things ever happen?

they just

do.

credits

released January 22, 2014
poem by callie rose (lonely carp)
spoken by will toledo (car seat headrest)
cover art by callie rose

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