The Nineteen Text Messages To You Stuck In My Drafts Box by Brenna Twohy Lyrics
1. You are an asshat.
I am actively having trouble concentrating on other things
because I keep getting distracted
by examples of your asshattery.
You should really work on that.
2. Falling in love with you
was like jumping into a swimming pool in December.
And by that,
I mean it was a terrible idea.
3. During Prohibition,
the government saturated industrial liquor with toxic chemicals
to prevent black-market production.
Alcoholics could taste that their drinks were poisoned,
but came back for more anyway.
They knew it was killing them, but they just couldn’t stop
reaching desperately for numbness
numbness just to cover up the lonely
lonely loud enough we couldn’t hear the thunder,
Tell me–
was this real or was it poison?
you whiskey weatherstorm
hemlock hurricane,
Most thunderstorms I can handle,
but one year two weeks and five days ago your light
struck into me,
The touch of your lips was electrifying,
and I am Benjamin Franklin in a downpour,
holding my keys out to God for the slightest chance
that he’ll bring you back to me,
Because without you
I am just a lightning rod
waiting for bad weather.
4. I tried to send those words across the country to meet you
and they were broken into 13 individual SMS’s,
each marked
“RETURN TO SENDER,”
5. Was it really that easy for you to erase me?
6. Your vagina tastes like a 9-Volt battery.
7. The taste of your lips was electrifying,
8. The day you left was electroshock therapy,
9. These are the things that scare me—
10. We were a thunderstorm;
11. We were never moving at the same pace.
You ran a six minute mile
and had a tendency to get lost on the way;
So it always took us the same time to get there,
but you’d seen so much more
when we finally collided.
12. If you take the letter “ex”
and add it to everything we once meant to each other,
it’s equal to the distance between us.
13. I'm drunk and I miss you
14. I’m sober and I miss you.
15. I miss you.
16. I realized today
that the thunderstorm of us
was actually within you,
That you only know how to love torrentially,
and thunderstorms are caused by instability,
Anyone close enough to the storm to hear thunder
is in danger of being struck by lightning,
But I am still counting
the seconds between the rumble and the flash
wondering if you are moving further
or if you’re coming back,
17. You are an absolute disaster. And an asshat.
18. During Prohibition,
black market buyers poured gunpowder onto liquor
and lit it on fire to show it hadn’t been watered down.
If it ignited, they called it proof–
proof it was real
proof it wasn’t just poison;
Darling, it has been one year two weeks and five days
and we are still burning.
19. We fell in love like a swimming pool in December,
it was paralyzing.
We never moved at the same pace
so I am learning to tread icy water
And wait patiently
for you to loop around
and swim back to me.
I am actively having trouble concentrating on other things
because I keep getting distracted
by examples of your asshattery.
You should really work on that.
2. Falling in love with you
was like jumping into a swimming pool in December.
And by that,
I mean it was a terrible idea.
3. During Prohibition,
the government saturated industrial liquor with toxic chemicals
to prevent black-market production.
Alcoholics could taste that their drinks were poisoned,
but came back for more anyway.
They knew it was killing them, but they just couldn’t stop
reaching desperately for numbness
numbness just to cover up the lonely
lonely loud enough we couldn’t hear the thunder,
Tell me–
was this real or was it poison?
you whiskey weatherstorm
hemlock hurricane,
Most thunderstorms I can handle,
but one year two weeks and five days ago your light
struck into me,
The touch of your lips was electrifying,
and I am Benjamin Franklin in a downpour,
holding my keys out to God for the slightest chance
that he’ll bring you back to me,
Because without you
I am just a lightning rod
waiting for bad weather.
4. I tried to send those words across the country to meet you
and they were broken into 13 individual SMS’s,
each marked
“RETURN TO SENDER,”
5. Was it really that easy for you to erase me?
6. Your vagina tastes like a 9-Volt battery.
7. The taste of your lips was electrifying,
8. The day you left was electroshock therapy,
9. These are the things that scare me—
10. We were a thunderstorm;
11. We were never moving at the same pace.
You ran a six minute mile
and had a tendency to get lost on the way;
So it always took us the same time to get there,
but you’d seen so much more
when we finally collided.
12. If you take the letter “ex”
and add it to everything we once meant to each other,
it’s equal to the distance between us.
13. I'm drunk and I miss you
14. I’m sober and I miss you.
15. I miss you.
16. I realized today
that the thunderstorm of us
was actually within you,
That you only know how to love torrentially,
and thunderstorms are caused by instability,
Anyone close enough to the storm to hear thunder
is in danger of being struck by lightning,
But I am still counting
the seconds between the rumble and the flash
wondering if you are moving further
or if you’re coming back,
17. You are an absolute disaster. And an asshat.
18. During Prohibition,
black market buyers poured gunpowder onto liquor
and lit it on fire to show it hadn’t been watered down.
If it ignited, they called it proof–
proof it was real
proof it wasn’t just poison;
Darling, it has been one year two weeks and five days
and we are still burning.
19. We fell in love like a swimming pool in December,
it was paralyzing.
We never moved at the same pace
so I am learning to tread icy water
And wait patiently
for you to loop around
and swim back to me.