Turpentine Two - lyrics and blurb on female friendships

no better 

to know better 

the go getter 

that's how it goes 

too heavy 

I want you to move with me 

I want you to die pretty 

I want you with no pity 

I don't want to go there 

but it's not you who's on your own now 

turpentine two - we've got a motive 

if I were you I'd keep it loaded 

so ugly 

there's no one to know but me 

there's nowhere to go trust me 

there's no place to die 

my angel 

wearing your tights ankled 

cause your hands are tied 

shamefully toeing the line 

I don't want to go there 

but it's not you who's on your own now 

turpentine two we've got a motive 

if I were you I'd keep it loaded 

If I were you I'd want to know it 

I'm just like you I hate to show it 

turpentine two

blurb:

I’ve been thinking a lot about how so many friendships between fem presenting people are built on a shared victimhood. There is an intense bond that comes with mutual pain, a deep understanding of one another that comes with experiencing the same bullshit. I remember being 16 the first time I felt this collective anger. There was no way what happened to me also happened to them - there was no way a feeling so paralyzing, so dehumanizing, was replicated in such close proximity to me. And then again, and then again - it's exhausting. The web of interconnected victimhood continued through high school, and now into my twenties, it’s only grown more vast, more complicated. You meet a woman, you get close, she tells you something all too familiar. While you become more defeated about the sticky, demanding hands of the world, you two get closer. It’s a bittersweet connection - an empathy that shouldn't exist. However, finding this intimacy in moments designed to isolate you is powerful. The bigger the web gets, the angrier we feel, the stronger we become as a collective. Our eyes, unwillingly opened wider, our hackles raised - it raises our awareness. It heightens our protection of one another. These relationships, strengthened in spite of the muck, are an act of resilience.