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I had to buy a new couch
02:37
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i need to find a place
that doesn't know my name
or the things i fall asleep to
burdened in shame
how'd you feel?
knowing i was 666 drinks deep
trying to find the right words to speak
then
keeping my mouth shut
just to later
come up as weak
were you comfortable inside me?
in sure by then my insides were bleak
after years i understand the temptation
but my door locked from the inside
isn't a fucking invitation
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yellow flowers kissing bricks
their pollen has all but filled me
signed rent checks turning tricks
i slept in every sunday
who is dancing? and why are they tripping on their toes
g0d will only know,
i suppose
but what is skin?
but something to be slashed sold or stolen
praying to a g0d to fix this only makes his ego swollen
i never sufficed to that
i became my own omen
can you tell from the ways that i've spoken?
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draw the poison out from my arms with my teeth
so heavy as we sleep
hex the hollow hands we can get by on our own two feet
the sun rests uneasy and bleak
its result of their endless greed
scorched lands have already begun bleeding
their masses of money have been misleading
our eyes burn united in plight
were out walking the streets over night
for those we have loved
and those we have lost
maybe you'll listen this time
burn the cities
sprout new seeds
hang the juries
set all free
dreams of burning down everyone's favorite town
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my head's
filled to the brim
with piercing thoughts that swarm
sleeping in strangers beds
never meant to cause alarm
the gin made even my hands feel warm
tomorrow looks too ominous
put your hands on my esophagus
and make me feel the opposite
in stomachs less shrunken and less con-caved
yet still filled with fire and still filled with rage
a heavy burden for such a small frame
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as fucked up as i ever was
putting my arms back together with gauze
pounding fists to brick never slick always obvious
how do i turn around from this?
drunk on sympathy
drowning in apathy
i'm choking on more pollen than i ever was initially
left me with more scars and less dignity
this alcohol keeps fucking up my symmetry
you fucked up my symmetry
i'm better off now that i'm letting my hair grow
or maybe thats just my ego
i don't know
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