EXHIBIT A · ITEM 01

static saint

written by evan young, grant michaelson, nova reeves

knee on the dash, teeth on edge westbound hard with a pulled left wheel check engine eye doing its little dance like it pays rent, like it knows whats real nicotine thumb, blood by the nail busted cable chewing up the backseat floor i said it came like that when i snapped the latch then kicked it shut and hit the door

turn signal, click, click, wrong on purpose amp fan coughs like its got a mouth dont tell me soft, dont tell me easy i got too much trying to get out

turn me up till the speaker breaks turn me up till my ribcage shakes static saint, bad taste crown i dont come down i dont come down turn me up till the speaker breaks i want the whole damn dash to shake static saint, teeth out loud i dont come down i dont come down

receipt under the seat keeps flapping old fries smell like a threat somehow youre eating peach rings mid argument im laughing cause i cant stop now loose plate rattles against the trunk bass drum lands and the whole car swerves i yelled im fine at a closed gas station like anybody there had the nerve

feedback beats the thought to the punch my hands are wet, my mouth tastes wrong if this thing goes quiet for one second i might hear what i did all wrong

kill the lights. leave the bass. i said i dont need anybody that was bullshit. that was turn it up. turn it up. turn it up. turn it up.

turn me up till the speaker breaks turn me up till my ribcage shakes static saint, bad taste crown i dont come down i dont come down turn me up till the speaker breaks make a mess of me for fucks sake static saint, teeth out loud i dont come down i dont come

down. no, no turn me up

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