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Scorpio

by Pamela Machala

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1.
8:05 on a wintry night I park the car, turn off the headlights Pull my hood up over my ears I race up the steps and type in the key 1 2 3 5 open sesame It's only been a week but I feel I been waiting for years Yes I've been imagining this moment for a while The smell of your building, the heat of your smile Reciting all the details of the story to myself like a newscaster I pause in the corner to check my mascara, mouth feeling dry as the central Sahara I walk down the hall, feel my heart beat faster, faster, faster I wanna fuck you on the floor I wanna fuck you when I walk through that door I wanna fuck you on the floor I wanna fuck you then I wanna fuck some more You greet me like I'm one of your bros With a high-five and a stoney hello I love the sound of my name on your lips And every glance I steal at you as we're singing Steals my breath too and sets my head spinning Dizzy deliciousness like a mountaintop view And something just makes me wonder If you want it too I wanna fuck you on the floor I wanna fuck you when I walk through that door I wanna fuck you on the floor I wanna fuck you then I wanna fuck some more
2.
When there is no more me, what will there be And when there is no more you, what will I do When there is no more you, what will I do And when there is no more me, what will there be Memory is fickle, but it's all I have of you It's all I have of you Holding a picture of the face that made me Wishing I could talk to you But we won't ever get to talk again We won't get another laugh, another midnight snack And I'm trying to believe that there's something in the end That somehow we'll meet again Is there something in the end When there is no more me, what will there be And when there is no more you, what will I do When there is no more you, what will I do And when there is no more me, what will there be I wake in the night, terror pounding in my chest My heart a ticking bomb How to prepare for something we can't comprehend Or am I looking at this wrong Maybe there's no reason we should cry Maybe God is taking notes, a holy clipboard in the sky So there can be some record that each of us was here After a thousand dusty years Or do we all just disappear Do we disappear When there is no more me, what will there be And when there is no more you, what will I do When there is no more you, what will I do And when there is no more When there is no more me
3.
Nemesis 04:03
It follows me around From man to man, from town to town A sniper in the shadows waiting to take me down No matter what I do No matter how much I trust you No amount of pushing it away makes it any less true And when you ask me what's wrong It's always the same old, same old shit And I'm so sick of feeling it I'm so sick of it Oh the more I try to run The stronger it becomes Oh will I ever get myself free Tonight it's you and me and my jealousy She's anyone and no one Who makes you laugh, who's too much fun She's never done me any harm but I wanna cut her throat And I hate that it's a part of me It's so far from who I wanna be But I can feel its claws sinking deeper til it grips my bones And when you ask me what's wrong It's always the same old, same old shit And no one but myself to blame for it Oh the more I try to run The stronger it becomes Oh will I ever get myself free Tonight it's you and me and my jealousy Nobody can make a fool out of me If I get there first I don't own you You could fall in love with someone else But I can't continue running from myself It's so far from who I wanna be But is it trying to protect me Oh the more I try to run The stronger it becomes I've tried all my life to get myself free It's always you and me and Oh the more I try to run The stronger it becomes Maybe I'll never get myself free Tonight it's you and me It's always you and me Forever you and me and jealousy
4.
Soft 03:17
I'm a turtle without a shell Everything pierces, everything hurts like hell I go slowly about my days But my eyes are quick to well up and give me away Oh, am I broken A faucet that won't turn off Cut me wide open God made me too damn soft God made me too damn soft I'm a giraffe without a spine Walking around pretending like everything's fine And I can't help but watch my friends Wondering what is their secret, how do they get out of bed Oh, am I broken A faucet that won't turn off Cut me wide open God made me too damn soft God made me too damn soft The funny thing is, I love softness When it's a song, a fuzzy blanket, or a baby's cheek When it's a satin pillowcase When it doesn't mean I'm weak What if the fact that everything's so hard Doesn't mean I'm missing any parts What if I'm not broken Oh I'm just feeling it all Go ahead, cut me open God made me so damn strong God made me so damn soft

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released November 17, 2023

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Pamela Machala Boulder, Colorado

Colorado-based singer/songwriter writing indie soul-folk-pop. RIYL Sara Bareilles, Carole King, and Lake Street Dive.

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