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Blowing clouds out the window
Listening to songs on the stereo
If you didn't already, gonna let you know
You're what I need
Pounding a Monster up at three, yeah
I'm hearing everything I see, yeah
I need a little bit of weed, yeah
So I can hold back what I'm feeling, huh
I think I'm gonna be sick like yuck
I think I'm switching all goofy like hyuck
I didn't think I'd wanna do more than fuck
But you're what I want, yeah you're what I need
And now I'm crying in the backseat
And now I'm crying in the backseat
You probably think this shit is getting kinda old
You always fuckin' bounce and then the bed gets fuckin' cold
I think I'm maybe catching feelings but they're slippery to hold
And then I'm all alone, I'm just lying on my own
You probably think this shit is getting kinda old
You always fuckin' bounce and then the bed gets fuckin' cold
I think I'm maybe catching feelings but they're slippery to hold
And then I'm all alone, I'm just lying on my own
I think I'm gonna be sick like yuck
I think I'm switching all goofy like hyuck
I didn't think I'd wanna do more than fuck
But you're what I want, yeah you're what I need
And now I'm crying in the backseat
And now I'm crying in the backseat
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Clean Slate
02:31
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I'm starting fresh today
I'll bury bones in the backyard
I didn't know what to say, but I wasn't trying very hard
I think I'll be okay
Stuffed all my feelings in a jar
But I'll start fresh today, I think I'll clean the slate
I'm pouring wasabi and ginger down my gullet
You're looking in the mirror shaving the sides of your mullet
And I'm gonna kiss you on the mouth next time I see you
But I hope I don't complete you, you needn't know I need you
So you can start fresh tomorrow if you need to
I wanna start fresh today
Tired of reminders of my past
Try to get over it, but it keeps kicking my ass
That trauma really hits, and all my coping skills are trash
But I wanna start fresh today, pretend it's all okay
My self esteem is shoddy, and I'm anxious, full of nerves
But I'll summon reckless confidence from the depths of my reserves
If you run then you'll gain one, but moving forward you'll gain two
And I hope that saying's true, if it's not what will I do?
I'll just keep starting fresh as long as I need to
I'm gonna start fresh today
I'll bury bones in the backyard
I didn't know what to say, but I wasn't trying very hard
I think I'll be okay
Stuffed all my feelings in a jar
But I'll start fresh today, I think I'll clean the slate
I think I'll clean the slate
I think I'll clean the slate
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