La Llorona from South America by The Anatomy of Frank

we boarded a bus to Santiago, taking turns at breathing air
that blew through the window, hot and dusty, making urns out of our hair
I’ve been wrung out into a bucket, I guess there wasn’t much there
you drank every drop, and I must admit, I loved the way you held my stare

I want to be used up and forgotten like those pretty girls at school
who gave with their bodies what their intellect could not provide for you
oh, you are hungry for the next thrill someone will challenge you to
and if it isn’t there, the dragon will lead you to the next clue

I’ll follow you down the rabbit hole
there’s room for two
my oxygen is running low
and the autumn’s coming soon
pull me out, pull me out
I need to move
you’ll be happier down here
and I’ll be far from you

you know what I like, don’t make me beg, come at me, bite me, choke me out
I’m hanging on your every word from the rafters by a belt
oh what was that I saw you whisper into that nice woman’s ear
I’ll pass the summer in Colina, until I finally disappear

pull me out, pull me out
push me around, no no

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