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Forget About Me

from When We Were Animals by Mishka Shubaly

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I hate the Strokes. God, do I hate the Strokes. Worst thing about that band is that they have some catchy songs. I think this song was born from listening to a burned copy of Room on Fire in 2003. I actually wrote the first part of the chorus in 2007 when I was in a band with a woman who took great delight in torturing me. We tried to nail a Reckless Eric vibe on the verses—Star and I were listening to a lot of that on the road. The first line of the verse is lifted from Raymond Chandler. The second line always strikes women as a bit brutal—rode hard and put away wet—but I’m always attracted to women when not everything is perfectly in place: not arriving at the party but crawling home, sweaty, sleepy and elated, melting eyeliner, high heels in hand. “Chicks I used to screw,” yeah, that line even grates on my ear but come on, it’s late, we’re old, the world is ending, don’t pretend you never boned a dude or screwed a chick or worse. Let’s not be too precious.
The tacked on ending is a suicide fantasy I had in 2005, that dying wouldn’t just involve bleeding out onto my girlfriend’s mattress, but that it would actually grow wings and fly me up to heaven. What an idiot, what an asshole. Still, I’m pretty proud the album opener is about suicide.

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Forget Me

I don’t want to be replaced
I want to be erased
You want my head up on a spear
I just want to disappear

“I like smooth, shiny girls,
hardboiled and loaded with sin.”
Rode hard, put away wet,
sharp teeth, soft skin
I don’t want a confidant/ confessor
Never wanted a friend in the first place
I need someone to comb my hair, then crush my skull
Obliterate every trace

(chorus)

I don’t want to be adored
I want to be ignored
Come on, babe, fulfill my fantasy
Let me watch you forget about me

As I fade away, I can see your eyes clear
I only ever wanted your happiness
Believe it, my dear
Some things are better with distance
Underneath bulletproof glass
You’re going to love me that much more
In an unmarked grave, buried deep in your past

(chorus)

You hate the drugs I used to do
And the chicks I used to screw
You should grant them amnesty
Forgive them, forget me
Come on, babe, fulfill my fantasy
Let me watch you forget about me

You’re my angel, you’re my sweet
You’re my delight, my sweet relief
I’ll bleed right through your clean white sheets
Unlucky girl, I’m your lucky guy
Your mattress sprouting wings
And taking to the sky

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from When We Were Animals, released May 1, 2018

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Mishka Shubaly Phoenix, Arizona

Shipwreck survivor, Jeopardy clue, bestselling writer, road dog on house arrest.

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