Minute Creatures from Fickle by Kurl

Little vampires living in grandma’s bed
Pesky devils biting her on the head
She feels she’s out of time
Strange to be out of that

I was dreaming I was the Incredible Hulk
Getting lucky without being able to talk
I feel I’m out of sex
Strange to be out of that

When you leave the city there’ll be nothing left
But the leaves with me underneath

Minute creatures believe that grandma died
She stands up, walks out, although she’s not allowed
Strange to be in the woods
Strange to be out of town

I’ll go online and buy a transgender cat
She’ll be on my lap with grandmother not around
I feel I’m out of love
Strange to be out of that

When you leave the city there’ll be nothing left
But the leaves with me underneath

• Electronic
• bedroom pop
• downtempo
• funk
• funky
• trip hop
• Odesa