Receipt from PARTS by Jacob Hutto

A broken hound,
Invoked, intact,
A reactionary quarry,
From a minor devil's spat.

A selenophile,
She's drab in style,
But to her I am no worth,
And damn,
I envy her loving style.

Quiet relations,
They end just so suddenly.
Yes, they're quite premature,
And they're quite elementary.
Well, I left a surprise in the back of your car seat.
Yes, you can burn all the papers,
But please keep the receipts.

Cause everyone I've ever loved is of no use to me,
In a nihilistic mindset,
That you claim to keep for free.
But in honesty,
I cherish their flaws,
And I love them so well.
It's so well, oh well.

Cocoon my love,
A Spanish dove,
She walks around the corner sundressed,
Undressed, looking for love.
But to her, you're such a dirty word.
An empty drug he seizes,
Skinny dipping into evenings,
Hoping things will just get easy.

Well it's factual,
I'm an absurdist.
Sitting on an empty porch,
Debating if I'm worth it.
Well, I'm broken like the hound,
That you just took out and shot in the backyard.
Give him his last command,
To gaze into the wandering stars.

For once, it's clear to me.

Quiet relations,
They end just so suddenly.
Yes, they're quite premature,
And they're quite elementary.
Well, I left a surprise in the back of your car seat.
Yes, you can burn all the papers,
But please keep the receipts.

Please keep the receipts,
Please keep the receipts.

Cause everyone I've ever loved is of no use to me,
Cocoon my love, Cocoon my love.

• Experimental
• folk
• lo-fi
• post-folk
• singer-songwriter
• Spring