1. |
Sushi At Gunpoint
03:07
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I make the choice
To keep my head down
Don't talk about my posture
Or the way that I turned out
Tell me to be safe
Beg me to behave
I changed everything you asked me to
I can't stand the thought of being with you
I can't help that I don't think things through
I'm on edge
Spare me
That stupid fucking smile
Take my hand
Walk me back to your bedside
How you used to bite my tongue
How you used to play me just for fun
I changed everything you asked me to
I can't stand the thought of being with you
I can't help that I don't think things through
I'm on edge
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2. |
Domestic Bliss
02:46
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I've got a crush
She's got a secret
I am prone to blush
When pretty girls talk quick
Invite out to a dirty bar
Tugging on your clothes in the back of my car
Spinning on the floor
Tell me I'm yours
Show up
Show out for me baby
Convince me
I'm better than I've been
Slow down
I think you might save me
I can't lose again
Its cold
No jacket
She smokes
I'm trynna quit
I know I'll always
Have my doubts
Come close to me
Figure it out…
Invite out to a dirty bar
Tugging on your clothes in the back of my car
Spinning on the floor
Tell me I'm yours
Show up
Show out for me baby
Convince me
I'm better than I've been
Slow down
I think you might save me
I can't lose again
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3. |
S.P.I.T.
05:39
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I pity you
I used to be angry
Now I pity you
You convinced me
That I need help
But it's you that needs
Fucking help
Show up with those friends
You’ve cussed out
A dozen times
I know I'll get a text
Apologies and anxious lies
Complain about the pain
Yet you seek it all the same
Predictable it's cynical
People are patterns
Paint me red
Tally my wrongs
Feed me to the wolves
Brag about it when you're done
AhHhHhhh
OhhHh mYyyY GaAwWDD
Do you still spit
On sidewalks
Do you still wear no shoes
Do you still cuss
Like a sailor
Do you still eat
Too little
Paint me red
Tally my wrongs
Feed me to the wolves
Brag about it when you're done
I get told how special I am
And I believe it
Then I think I'm different
Then I get treated
In ways I dont think I deserve
And then I think I deserve it
I fear I'll be nothing
Or maybe
That's when I'll finally be
Everything
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4. |
Watch Your Step
02:36
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What if I told you
I forgot your mothers name
What if I told you
That I thought your brothers lame
What if I told you
We fucked I never came
What if I told you
I took your picture out the frame
I always bragged about how smart you were
Now I'm 21 and I'd never date a highschooler
You spat me the worst
Now you spoon feed me real
I don't care how it looks
I like how it feels
Like a yacht by the rocks
You're a distant appeal
I don't care how it looks
I like how it feels
And you've got the nerve
To tell me I'm not cursed
Watch your step
You've soaked into me
It's just water to you
Watch your step
You spat me the worst
Now you spoon feed me real
I don't care how it looks
I like how it feels
I don't care how it looks
I like how it feels
I don't care how it looks
I like how it feels
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5. |
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Laugh tracks made of tin
As if I'm televised
Figure on four strings
And my puppeteers a fool
I'm burning cigarettes
The scent stuck to my clothes
I washed it but it wont go
At least when you do…
I
Won't have to
say goodbye
Maybe
Not in this lifetime
My Bonnie
I'll see you
On the other side
The other side
Until then I cry
Dark chocolate cherries
Is the taste of you
Early afternoon
Under the roses and the vines
I don't allow myself
To sit in grief
But here I am
I'm laying down
And I'm soaking wet
With the feeling
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
No No No No No
Say Goodbye
My Bonnie
My Bonnie
I'll see you
On the other side
On the other side
Yeah
Until then…
I cry
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6. |
Getting Worse
02:22
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7. |
Zoloft Dream
02:41
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I don't like this year
I say that every year
Maybe next year
I say that every fucking year
I thought I saw you
Standing there chewing on your cheek
Then I woke up
Another Zoloft dream
In those dreams
Its men touching you
In all the ways
That I used to do
I wish you knew
How bad I want you
I wish you knew
How bad I want you
I didn't see the sky today
But I bet it looks the same
I can't imagine
at all
But your hands are still
Holding my wall
In those dreams
I'm touching you
In all the ways
That I used to do
I wish you knew
How bad I want you
I wish you knew
How bad I want you
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8. |
Thieves Calling
02:44
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I just wanna be a man
Without a face
Doing bad things
Without a trace
On your knees
At the hospital
It's just my life
Nothing to lose at all
I don't know what to do next
Pretend I am God
I've found meaning in letting myself go
I've also realized this is one grand circus show
We can sip whiskey
And yell at the sky
We can dance to
Horrid lullabies
I don't know what to do next
Pretend I am God
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9. |
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Eating sugar
Telling lies
Baby blue
Only at night
I lost my ring
It fell in the sink
That's what I get
For washing my hands
You let me in
Just to lead me on
You read me enough
To know that I trust
The superficial stuff
Lie through yellow stained teeth
I'm on my last cigarette
If I drew you a maze
Could we make it out of it
Jesus Christ stop yelling Im right here
I'll give you something to cry about
And you'll wanna disappear
You're not as perfect as I pretend you are
And I demand
You let them know that I died smiling
How can I be scared
With the bullet proof skin
I've had my weekend epiphany
That's really all it is
Some delusions are healthy
It's truer in photographs
Than it is anywhere else
Anywhere else
Lie through yellow stained teeth
I'm on my last cigarette
If I drew you a maze
Could we make it out of it
Jesus Christ stop yelling Im right here
I'll give you something to cry about
And you'll wanna disappear
You're not as perfect as I pretend you are
And I demand
You let them know that I died smiling
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10. |
Voodoo Doll
05:08
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You're my voodoo doll
I look like yours too
Every fight reeks
Apologies are overdue
I confess I've never known you
Im possessed
I rot
Alone
In the dark
On my way home
I'm stuck
I'm sick
In memories
I'm losing sleep
Picking up hobbies
Picking at my clothes
Painting on the walls
There is powder in my nose
Dial up speed
A house with holes
My body is filled with maggots
All my potions in a row
I'm nothing but my habits
I wrestle with endeavors
Breaking bones for fun
Just so I can feel
Some things
Don't change
You're still
The same
I rot
Alone
In the dark
On my way home
I'm stuck
I'm sick
In memories
I'm losing sleep
Some things
Don't change
You're still
The same
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