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ash on the bottom of my shoe
it's never felt like a heavier room
are we wasting time or just wasting
sunset again without the truth
do you lie or do you just pretend
are we living in just a pretense
are we wasting time or just wasting
how long until the bitter old defense
do you hate the way my body is now
do you hate the way my body will be
are we wasting time or just wasting
are you wasting your time on me
do you hate that i only use three chords
do you wish i could give a bit more
are we wasting time or just wasting
do i sometimes just feel like a chore
do i not have enough left to say
can you spell it out to me anyway
are we wasting time or just wasting
i feel like i'm wasting away
slowly, i feel
boulders building in my chest
slowly, i build
the nerve to stay in bed
cause one day, i'm afraid
that the curtains will be drawn back
there's nothing left
i'm just a guess
there's nothing left
what can i say
there's nothing left
i’m such a wreck
there's nothing left
i am afraid
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Ten of Swords
05:11
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when your hand starts its shaking you can taste it while you’re aching in your bones
light another and another, on the front porch, did you even call it home?
with your notebook and your skateboard, what’s your last name, how the fuck do I not know?
when you went back to your old friends, to your old life, were you happy to be gone?
but fuck it, I miss you and the pictures I deleted from my phone
of you standing at the counter with your pink hair and your glass of 4 loko
I don’t know you, didn’t want to, now i’m standing in the bathroom all alone
evan do you hear me? please forgive me, we just want you to come back home
well the weather, did it get you? well it got me, now i’m raining from my skull
torn apart by your own hand, were you drowning from always putting on a show?
what’s it like there, can I ask you? is it quiet? I don’t think i’ll ever know
must be better than your own hell, I don’t blame you but i’m sinking like a stone
cause fuck it, I miss you and the pictures I deleted from my phone
of you laughing with your new friends, wish I was them, wish you were someone i’d known
now it’s over, and you’re under all the concrete in a casket all alone
evan, do you hear me? i’m sorry, please dear god just come back home
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