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From the shadows of this screen
These ghosts are watching me
and I'll play as long as it takes
but I don't wanna grow up
I don't know when I started out
I just know how to scream and shout it out
from my lungs to my mouth
and I'm about to throw up
I never tried to swing the bat
I don't know when I started
Spinning my wheels like a ceiling fan
I watch as thoughts spin from my bed
Reliving every moment from the sidelines
Replaying infinite pieces while I stay inside
Staring at the screen as I scroll left to right
I won't try not this time
Decisions fill the house
surrounding me
I can't say I'm about to go out
A B X Y are haunting me
Trapping me inside of back lit screens
Pause buffering
and I don't wanna grow up
I don't know when I started
At home plate
Still choking
I swear I'm losing feeling
I'm staring at the ceiling
I've tried to move from side to side
I've tried to get this out my mind
Still trying to move from left to right
I won't try not this time
I'm standing at home plate still choking
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Day dream about dying all the time
Alone in our bedroom
Staring at the pillow
The place you used to lay at night
You sing Against Me! beautifully
Quietly through the door to me
I'm sleeping like a birthday card open on table
There's a monster under our bed
It haunts my dreams at night
Preaches to stay alive
I dream about living
I dream about living
All the time
Every night
And we sing along
We sing along to your favorite song
Yeah we sing along
Yeah we sing along
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Boston Ivy
04:34
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Long walk to your house
Your frame is keeping the vines warm
My brittle leaves caught up in your sleeves
Are growing inch by inch now
I cling to burning buildings
Just to me keep warm
Despite the fire my vines are growing
The ash and embers I ignore
My bones the vines are doing just fine
You don't remember anything thing I said
I don't care bout what's going on in your head
My bones are brittle and leaves are so damn cold
Just reaching for something warm to hold
Long walk from your house my bones are freezing through my coat
Your twisted leaves caught up in my sleeves
Just praying for someone to dig me up
I'm trying to stay warm clinging to burning buildings
My bones the vines are doing just fine
Doing just fine
Let's cut all the pretense
I don't need a reminder when you text
I don't care about what's going on in your head
My bones are brittle and hands are so damn cold
Just reaching for something warm to hold
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