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Low
03:36
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How will we do it
You're face down that's what matters most to me
No need to prove it
It's all fine if your nose don't point at me
How does the shoe fit
I'm not blind I'm just way too close to see
Time to get through it
Let's fake smiles as we run through crowded streets
Why would you do to me
I love you cause you're always rude to me
Deep space blacking out my eyes
Lemon & lime here please
I'll sip it till I crave the taste of sweet
dark thoughts running through my mind
Mind's full of noise it seems
I never know just what I have and need
But I know what I want just now
Strange to admit it
We're dark times in a golden age for me
Cages we live in
The moon loves your suspicious tricks you see
Pound to the rhythm
Of dark noise as you feel no empathy
No need to give in
We're fucked up but it just don't bother me
Why would you do to me
I love you cause you're always rude to me
Deep space blacking out my eyes
Lemon & lime here please
I'll sip it till I crave the taste of sweet
Dark thoughts running through my mind
Mind's full of noise it seems
I never know just what I have and need
But I know what I want just now
I want to get high
I want to get high
I want to
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Drink alone and die
03:02
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A little black, a little blue, a bit of sadness pulls me through
A bit of sun, a bit of shade and all our sweet songs fade away A little time, inside your head, it left me wishing I was dead Those shotgun eyes will always leave me wanting more.
She reminds me of the smiths indeed
I love her face to bits you’ll see
It might get awkward if at first you fail to swipe her off her feet
Her face is made for magazines
Her lips are laced with something sweet
Imagine me and you, an empty room and tons of chemistry
A bit of blue, a bit of red, I’m rocket ships inside my head
Spent seven weeks there chasing that and now I’m back to being like You weren’t my type I’m just craving the ecstasy
I’m not that kind when I run out of dopamine
How do they call when you miss being sad and just want to be alone
She reminds me of the smiths indeed
I love her face to bits you’ll see
It might get awkward if at first you fail to swipe her off her feet
Her face is made for magazines
Her lips are laced with something sweet
Imagine me and you, an empty room and tons of chemistry
And it wasn’t to waste your time And it wasn’t to waste your smile I feel the pain you know
Distill your thoughts and
Drink alone and die
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Red/Blue
03:09
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I quit writing pop songs
Because some people in my band don’t understand the way they sound
And I quit having black lungs
Because the doctor one day said you’ll soon be dead if you go on
And I quit drinking beer mom
I just drink whiskey on the rocks and take some drugs to pass the time
She’s so f** up
I just keep writing all along
But it’s the same old sad sad song again
She knows, I’m one of those
Who just keeps bringing myself down
Because she always fucks around
She hates my guts
And thinks I’m nuts
I quite writing love songs
Because they always sound the same I go insane when you’re around
And I quit wearing uggs John
Cause if I wanna look uncool I’ll walk to school right next to you
And I quit doing drugs mom
Because they always make me choke, now that’s a joke they’re so much fun
She’s so f** up
I just keep writing all along
But it’s the same old sad sad song again
She knows, I’m one of those
Who just keeps bringing myself down
Because she always fucks around
She hates my guts
And thinks I’m nuts
Red blue, it’s all a game to me
Slip through, the rush is all I need
f** you, it’s all the same to me now
Red blue, it’s all a game to me
Slip through, the rush is all I need
f** you, it’s all the same to me now
Red blue, it’s all a game to me
Slip through, the rush is all I need
f** you, it’s all the same to me now
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Spine
02:43
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Out of my mind, I've blocked you out of my mind
Can't think of reasons to find you attractive baby
Stay true to what you think is real until it pushes you
I don't deny now baby I don't deny
My sense of space and real time cause it makes you crazy
Same show, different curtain drops in front of everything you know
I don't go blind now baby I don't go blind
But still my eyes get defied by your sweet looks lately
Don't talk, close your eyes, enjoy the sound of candles dying out
Out of my mind I'm going out of my mind
Come up with reasons to find you an actress baby
Fake news, bloody blues, in fear of what is up to face me
I don't deny now baby I don't deny
You're solid gold of a kind and electric baby
Rolls Royce, funny choice, you fade away sometimes it's crazy
I don't go blind now baby I don't go blind
But it's the way to your eyes I regret not taking
Don't breathe, face the heat enjoy, the sound of candles dying out
Be my soul
It might not save me just in time to see the bright in here
I'm sure it's real, someday you'll be my spine
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Wasted all the time
03:25
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Stuck and I see
Pieces of me
Faces reveal our untrue skin
Is all that I see
Meant to be real
Colours don't stay, yellow is grey
Wasted all the time
Staring myself blind inside the comfort of your skin
Sometimes I still smell your sheets as I am
Trying not to lie awake all night
Fail to remind
Words of some kind
As yours find their way
Inside my head
Fail to pretend I comprehend
Time in decay
Night becomes day
Wasted all the time
Staring myself blind inside the comfort of your skin
Sometimes I still smell your sheets as I am
Trying not to lie awake all night
The feeling, it wraps around me like a blanket of fresh snow
Revealing that everything around us tries to break our soul
We're stuck here, the world turns on
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