You can’t have my Death Cab for Cutie
That lyric is mine,
His voice that sings to me as I walk on the beach,
He has possessed my heart
And you disposed of it.
I’ve already shared Kimbra’s exquisite loops
Her spontaneous art making is mine, too,
You’re off the hook.
You’ll hear something new
And remember how I grew attached
To you and you to me, too.
But you already forgot
And I’ll keep Rage because he predates you
And I’ll keep all the 90s anthems too.
You take your screaming babes,
Your pretty words wrapped in lurching tones and black makeup,
You take the Downward Spiral,
I’ll always have my Pretty Hate Machine.