#fawm2025

[millystale]

"Post-Apocalyptic Valentines" - recorded by Milly Stale in February 2025 for FAWM 2025. Happy listening, and lots of love!

Lyrics

Post-apocalyptic Valentines sunrise city ruins you and me in post-apocalyptic armor hot sun car wrecks you and me hungry everything is over between us everything has begun between us again and we look at each other again this is our post-apocalyptic valentines yes, this is our post-apocalyptic valentines empty shops no electricity you and me cuddled cool evening burnt-out houses you and me looking for shelter everything is over between us everything has begun between us again and we look at each other again this is our post-apocalyptic valentines yes, this is our post-apocalyptic valentines sunset uncertainty of tomorrow you and me together again? for how long? forever? (is this forever?) (really?) everything is over between us everything has begun between us again and we look at each other again this is our post-apocalyptic valentine's day yes, this is our post-apocalyptic valentine's day

[americansamuel]

hold up, is this where you said you’d be today? cuz this spot appears slightly different than the photo in the post you earlier made.

I guess I’ve made a small mistake. Or maybe, a large mistake… I hope I haven’t made a bad impression… I hope that I can make up for this mess…

now you’re dialing it back—no, no that’s fine It was my own mistake, I showed up on on time. It had no clue you weren’t the punctual kind.

I can wait in the car. I can wait on that park bench. I can wait on your front steps. I can wait on your innocence. I can wait on your loneliness. I can wait under you sun dress.

I can even wait for your son to get dressed.

Red light only when your seated she needs a coat, ya she’s gonna steal it --next time I look she was stealing it. fuckin' keep it.

you don’t assume the role i’m rushiiiing to perceive you in is like a pristine sandwich or a gourmet gem

aw fuck—im flustered again

hold me together, singin, “i bet it’s not impossible to sever”

I’m terrified--ya ya ya ya--i'm terrified! I’m terrified to find out that you’re real—

Yeah, I’m terrified to find out that you’re real-ly an asshole.

[americansamuel]

Hey, so I’m just basing this on Ambien and times I guess I‘d gone a lotta overboard as I was scribble-crying letters to insist that I'd been the boy--um-- "friend", who would mitigate that risk that you’d not ever know a real man’s love, cuz typically they don’t love shit.

Veilance boards surround the room and if I draw these curtains I’d reveal myself with a desire to obscure you.

And you would go and blame this on "The Realization"? Nah, you’re full of it cuz that was back in '07 girl, and how would you know what year it was? Is this another sloppy lie that—what? oh, i’m sorry, “a fabrication” about how when I went to recover those inches—the ones you gave me with your smiles—and I don’t care if you retrace my steps, but baby, it’s already been miles.

So did you not notice my hand up? Or did you just not notice your skirt?

You put a quarter-million dollars on my credit card, but that doesn’t make me think you are a jerk. And you call me crazy!

You got me fired up, when before I didn’t give a fuck...

Does this mean I’m back? (To being what?)