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There’s a dead frog in the pool at the motel off of 95
Guess they could have got him out and he’d be very much alive
But he’s just a fucking frog and no one cares

There’s loose change on the table by the ice machine on the second floor
She’d give you all her money if you’d say you love her like before
Look at what’s become of the girl you once adored

A highly twisted fantasy, a surreal day dream
She knew that you would leave her in a self-fulfilling scheme
Abandoned now she don’t know how it’s worth being alive
Standing on the ledge at the edge of twenty five

The wind blows through the trees by the garbage bins in back
Where she throws away a keepsake and a self help paperback
There ain’t no way to learn about the happiness you lack

The sadness in the air floats like tear gas from a canister
She calls you for a scrap of love, a morsel for a scavenger
But nothing feels so lonely as an empty calendar

The truth of her reality has massacred her mind
She believes there is no hope and so she is resigned
To be devoured by the darkness that has led to her demise
Standing on the ledge at the edge of twenty five

They say she is troubled girl, with a past, grew up fast
She’s always been so needy and relationships never last
But why can’t she get over it and move on they ask
Why cant she just get over it?

There’s a dead girl in the pool at the motel off of 95
I guess they could have got her out and she’d be very much alive
But she’s just some broken girl and no one cares

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released June 17, 2019

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Carrie Schoenfeld is the singer songwriter for Energy whores.

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