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Super Funny
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I'm fucking spent, sick, feeling like the feeling's back. A little different, goddammit why am I always so mad? Clenched teeth. Don't speak. Bite my tongue till it bleeds. Got me staring down focused on concrete. Yeah you feel me. Goddamn I'm always thinking, always thinking, always thinking. And the things that I've been reading show me how the past deceived me. Never really want to be like this but fuck it that's the way this is. Oh man not again. This is always how this ends. Same shit, not the plan. This is always how this ends. Is checking out a real option for me? I find it kind of funny the way we're used to running. And checking out is still an option cause I feel insecure about every single move I make.
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Last time you try going sober. It's the hundredth time. You might think it over as you have one more or four. Falling over. Broke the thermostat. Steal a drag. Take the covers from the bed. You're tired of reasoning. You got this whole thing figured out. I tried to reason but you're tired of reason. Next time you try going sober you'll remember that night. Stupid fight. Stubborn lovers. Let's ignore the call. Fatal fall. Start this over. I can do this right. Don't cry. Still a bummer that you're dead. And every year the snow will fall. I'm still parked outside the liquor store waiting for you to show.
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Pluck me out of a home I can't find again. You cut me off like a tourniquet. Yeah, it's my turn again? Let's turn it around. Turn around. I swear I think I'm falling through the ceiling. Got me gripping to the carpet. Mind is feeling. I'm thinking and I don't wanna. I sought you out. God I'm jonesing for a lift again. You try me once you spat me out. Is there medicine or a cure for this? Cause I swear a bullet couldn't catch all of the thoughts that run through my head. It brings me down. I don't wanna go back to the places that it keeps me. So I'll rest my head into my hands till it's better. But did you see me loose my cool too many times? Now I can barely fucking sleep. I keep waking up a fucking three. I swear I'm falling through the ceiling. Got me gripping to the carpet. Mind is fleeing. I think I'm falling through the ceiling. But I'll lose my head in all these memories. It gets better. It gets better.
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