Mourning Aftermath
Sage Francis Lyrics


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I know I look good.
Stop sweatin' me.

I'm makin' myself look pretty
I'm makin' myself look pretty for you
I'm makin' myself look prettier

Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost
To scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts
My head's close to your closet door.
I've got the glass to my ear. My nose is in your
business (I smell something fishy here.)
I hear bones rattling. Poems battling for space and time
Phones that'll ring when I make judgment calls with pick-up lines
Sexual hang-ups leave me waiting nude and while alone
It gets aggrivating masterbating to a dial tone.
I'm the home to run-away trains of thought
My one track mind is a collision intercourse where victim's cross,
Bedroom eyes...uncross their legs exposing inner thighs
I disrobe and show my most convincing disguise.
I've lived so many lives each death has left my face scarred
Hid so many lies under my breath that I can't face God
Dig into my mind deep enough you'll find a graveyard
I get nervous bodies will resurface every time it rains hard
"Don't cry, girl." Let me outline your short comings
My world is full of them and they're all in the long runnings
It's all fun and games. It's all done in vain. It's all a ----ing shame
I ain't the one but I'm the one to complain?
I'm the one to come home.Compare.Contrast.Come fast
Make love to the present, fuck the past
Make love to the present, fuck the past.Nothing lasts
Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath

I'm makin' myself look pretty
I'm makin' myself look pretty for you
I'm makin' myself look prettier

Taking an acid bath, pissing on the shower curtain
The gal just laughs and starts dissing my towel turban
I had to ask if she knew how to listen now I'm certain
Now my task is just to get up in her like I was a surgeon!
I'm a virgin who makes exceptions at sunset
My dirty skin gets cleansed by the summer sweat
"Self, have some respect! I don't need you new and clean
But I don't want the procedure routine!"
A screw machine!with a few bolts loose.robot response touch tone
Hair trigger, happy-go-lucky emotion monger wants a love poem
Run home.dip into your closet and jump bones
Your secret admirer's stuck higher up and he's unknown.
Looking down on you.can you bare the burden?my ears are hurting
I found a few gears are turning
With squeaky wheels.they get the grease cuz its a damn nuisance
Understand the blueprints for our mechanical movements.
It never ran smooth since we abused the Earth
Grabbed a hand full of pubics and removed the turf
Refused its worth, we lose our shirts.she assumed the worst
And needed proof of birth? I'm leaving this universe.
It seems doomed and cursed.see if you come first then come fast
Come here.Come back.Compare.Contrast
Complain.Constrain.Constantly ask,
Complicated questions contain scientific answers in your flask
Condone.Condemn.Come home.Come friend
Confuse.Common issues.Condelude.Comprehend
Carma.Chameleon.Come again?
Continue to come in you.Come to daddy.Condescend
Come and bring us (Confidence). Cunnilingus (Compliments)
Come to thank us went from guilty conscienceness to common sense
Calm down.Complete.Compound.Come eat
Our Common ground meat from man-made concrete
Come to the street.Conquer the weak.Come to terms with coming last
Make love to the present, fuck the past
Make love to the present, fuck the past.Nothing lasts
Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath.

I'm makin' myself look pretty




I'm makin' myself look pretty for you
I'm makin' myself look prettier

Overall Meaning

The song "Mourning Aftermath" by Sage Francis is a provocative exploration of sex, relationships, and the lasting impact of our actions. The lyrics center around the singer's efforts to make themselves attractive to their partner, using the metaphor of "making myself look pretty" to suggest that they are trying to hide their flaws and insecurities. However, this facade quickly begins to unravel as the singer delves deeper into their own psyche, revealing a host of dark thoughts and desires.


The opening lines of the song are a defiant statement, as the singer tells their partner to stop worrying about their appearance and simply appreciate them for who they are. This sets the tone for the rest of the song, which is filled with raw, honest reflections on sex, love, and the consequences of our actions. The lyrics are filled with vivid imagery and intense emotions, from the sound of bones rattling in a closet to the frustration of masturbating to a dial tone.


As the song progresses, the singer continues to struggle with their own demons, revealing a deep fear of intimacy and a tendency to use sex as a way of avoiding emotional connection. Despite these issues, they are still searching for some kind of connection, even as they acknowledge that nothing lasts forever. The final line, "don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath," is a poignant reminder that even though our actions may have consequences, we must still embrace life and make the most of every moment.


Line by Line Meaning

I know I look good.
I'm confident in my appearance.


Stop sweatin' me.
Stop bothering me.


I'm makin' myself look pretty
I'm trying to improve my appearance.


Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost
Let me enjoy your sexual experiences.


My head's close to your closet door.
I'm snooping around and looking for something.


I hear bones rattling. Poems battling for space and time
I'm struggling with creative ideas.


Sexual hang-ups leave me waiting nude and while alone
I'm insecure about my sexual performance.


My one track mind is a collision intercourse where victim's cross
My mind is constantly focused on sex and relationships.


I disrobe and show my most convincing disguise.
I try to present myself in the best way possible.


Dig into my mind deep enough you'll find a graveyard
I have a lot of buried secrets and regrets.


My world is full of them and they're all in the long runnings
My life is full of problems that will affect me in the future.


It's all fun and games. It's all done in vain. It's all a ----ing shame
Everything is meaningless and pointless.


Make love to the present, fuck the past
Focus on the present and forget about the past.


Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath
Don't worry about the consequences of your actions.


Taking an acid bath, pissing on the shower curtain
I'm doing something destructive and disrespectful.


I had to ask if she knew how to listen now I'm certain
I'm trying to communicate better in my relationships.


I'm a virgin who makes exceptions at sunset
I'm inexperienced in relationships but willing to try.


My dirty skin gets cleansed by the summer sweat
I feel refreshed and rejuvenated in the summer.


A screw machine!with a few bolts loose.robot response touch tone
I feel like a broken machine with a programmed response to life.


It never ran smooth since we abused the Earth
Life is chaotic because we've mistreated the environment.


She assumed the worst and needed proof of birth?
My partner is distrustful and suspicious.


Condone.Condemn.Come home.Come friend
I'm confused about what actions to take in life.


Complicated questions contain scientific answers in your flask
Life's problems have complex solutions.


Calm down.Complete.Compound.Come eat
Relax, finish tasks, make improvements, and focus on nourishment.


Our Common ground meat from man-made concrete
We're all humans living in a constructed environment.


Make love to the present, fuck the past.Nothing lasts
The past is gone, focus on the present.




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Cheche Garcia


on Buckets Of Silence

I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.
I need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind.
I need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in.
need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest i need to start restin'.
needless to say, i couldn't hide.
fifteen grown men shouldn't cry.

Cheche Garcia


on Message Sent

I've got some letters inside of my drawer
that should have been stamped and delivered
One is addressed to my ex
it says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with
One is addressed to my friends
it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit
One is addressed to myself
but I don't know what personality or hand to give it