Oranges by Katy Pinke

I want to be taken
I want you to take me
I want to be taken
Seriously

High up on the alien level of my dreams
This morning you were forgiven
No not completely forgiven
It’s just been rolled back
Repealed like knives

Cutting oranges
That never existed
And now every little thing’s gonna be all right
Cause some animal was killed
To become its opposite
And now every little thing’s gonna be all right

I think I’m a little dumb
“Gold child, terrible child
Who do you think you are?”
I told you already
I was on the heath
I wanted to hear
I wanted to hear about you from the sender
Jacob was a boy
Joseph was a boy
I could have been a contender
For a good self
For a bad self
Yeah I could have been a contender

I’m looking for that inside-out sky
I’ve never eaten before and you’re a pie
I’m looking for that
Inside-out sky
And you’ve got backwards stars for eyes

The saddest thing is
When I told you to occupy myself I did
Colonized myself a girl
On a heap of oranges
That never existed
Meanwhile, you live
Wild child
Gun shots
Savior of the human race
Self-splainer
Gun shots
Savior of the human race
Master of mine
Lover of mine
Put me right back in my place

I’m looking for that
Inside out sky
I’ve never eaten before and you’re a pie
I’m looking for that
Inside-out sky
And you’ve got backwards stars for eyes
For eyes
For

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