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Reese Roper is the new holder of the “harshest song ever” award…

“Here’s another song with the four
oldest chords in history,
I guess I lost all ambition turning left on Missouri,
I could have made it better
but the feelings just aren’t there
my heart is cold and black
and I just don’t think I care.
So here’s to me saying “fare-thee-well”
and when you hear this song
i hope it hurts like…

Enamel, is stretched too thin
you’re beautiful, but not beneath your skin
(enamel, like insect shells
so hollow, like your wedding bells.)

The phone lines down in Mexico are
slow and maybe tired
I think all your devotion,
got lost inside the wires.
Well I hope you cannot sleep,
And I hope you cannot smile
and I hope that you are brudened with
your guilt for quite a while
I hope you fall in love,
but I hope your plans are thwarted,
and I hope that now you’re back,
it’s because you were deported.

Enamel, is stretched too thin
you’re beautiful, but not beneath your skin
(enamel, like insect shells
so hollow, like your wedding bells.)”

-“Enamel,” by Brave Saint Saturn