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don’t call me after hours
don’t call me
loose threads will be devoured
space fills up
i need time to take long showers
with a glass of
hey wait someone’s trying to reach you
maybe it’s somebody that you once knew
don’t seem to recognize the number
commitments slowly seem to drag you under
so stay behind
you’ll be fine
just stay inside
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FLCL
01:25
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late night when you caught me slipping
3:00 A.M. when the T.V started dripping
something this way comes, feels wicked
feels great when you kiss my forehead
this place feels so god damn lived in
push me over to spill it’s contents
won’t you?
beat me to death with a rickenbacker
while telling me it’s the tone you’re after
drag the tv out
on the front lawn and after
let’s put something on
to forget about what’s going on
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Halloween
02:01
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halloween 2016
a time of spiritual healing
my hands were freezing
holding your keychain
trying to sustain the feeling of
picking out the good stuff
like holding hands in your truck
and skipping class to think of
tattoo ideas and bailing on college
romanticize the warm hug
of cheap beer and bad drugs
two skeletons in love
tired of the cold but too scared of leaving
‘tis the season
of drunken confession
wearing a mask is an honest profession
rooftop meetings
teenage feelings
realizing I can’t tell if you’re still breathing
picking out the good stuff
like holding hands in your truck
and skipping class to think of
tattoo ideas and bailing on college
romanticize the warm hug
of cheap beer and bad drugs
two skeletons in love
tired of the cold but too scared of leaving
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4. |
New Best Friend
02:50
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i put the water in your gas can
i’m your new best friend
late nights after work when you feel strange
midnight at the driving range
collapse into
a rest stop bathroom
promises spill through
who fucking hurt you?
last $20 until payday
i’m your slow decay
the messages that rot inside your voicemail
your apartment’s rusted guardrail
feels good with you
at the drive thru
broken rearview
i fucking see you
this burning love won’t ever be enough
i’ll be there when your body comes undone
16 17 18 19
200 down since this time last week
16 17 18 19
i need you more than I did last week
this burning love won’t ever be enough
(you and I, could I, you and I could like it)
i’ll be there when your body comes undone
(you and I, could I, you and I could like it)
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5. |
No More Drugs
02:31
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no more drugs
no more hiding
it’s time to fall into the feeling i’ve been fighting
throw a rock
down a well
listen to the hollow sound of an empty vessel
strip away
everything
see if you’re
left with anything
peel back the fabric
and realize
maybe I don’t want to see this hat trick
new hell
old shell
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CBS at 7:00
02:44
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hey, fall away from me
but say you feel it too
lay gently next to me
and flip on the morning news
you’ll see the end,
don’t wait
you’ll see the end
of this
(swallow)
you’ll see the end,
don’t wait
you’ll see the end
of this
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7. |
Your Bathroom
03:14
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there for me
white knuckled on the sink
can’t you hold me long enough
to get me through tonight
say to me
what do you think it means
when i tell you about that dream
where I was dying
but I feel fine,
i’m in my prime
sincerity
is meaningless to me
honestly?
i can’t tell the difference
hating things
doesn’t come easy
with your fingers digging
into my shoulder
a lasting
mark that you can see
is all I want lately
maybe forever
but I feel fine,
is that my line?
sincerity
is meaningless to me
honestly?
i can’t tell the difference
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8. |
Aight, I'mma Head Out
02:55
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stand back and watch me
self-sabotage politely
forgive the pale skinny white kid
airing his feelings again
doing this for my myself and mental health
though I sincerely hope you’re doing well
just want everyone here to feel safe
here to accept my share of the blame
i know when it’s over
i’m falling back to the earth
with flooded lungs, and a war-weary tongue;
i’ll resign my breath to the insect hum
swallowed up in the pit so profoundly
propped up by the people around me
i want that feeling for everybody
it’s a basement is not a gated community
face in the crowd, no sense of direction
fleeting glance, spiritual connection
bottle it like a potion, it’s curative
now I just need some kind of preservative
i know when it’s over
i’m falling back to earth
with burning lungs, and a war-weary tongue;
i’ll resign my breath to the insect hum
cold nose
numb toes
i love you
tiny house show
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Swiss Army Wife Portland, Oregon
Bunch of tall sad people making music out of Portland, Oregon.
✨Twinkly punk✨
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