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lettering - New Lungs
01:02
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We were born with such bad lungs
It’s a hassle to speak sometimes
Am I just killing off my insides?
I’m bracing for one to collapse
Unhealthy habits are kept to a minimum
On my way to come collect your from your practicum
It gets me out of the house
Some fresh air inside wilted lungs
I am the canines on the corners of my four front teeth
I’m biting hard, they grew apart and refused to meet
I’m twisting, fidgeting on the surface of my velcro seat
I see the opening, its vacancy but I’ve lost the keys
credits
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Could you recall
Watching the storms roll in
From the apartment window
Met you in early spring
Nose still flushed from
A brand new piercing
We ran in our bare feet
Stepping on grass
and conjuring dreams
Oh, how could you have the nerve?
To put my name on your lips
To define what you deserve
And do you remember when
You would ask me so soft
So sure that no one heard:
“Will there be fireworks at this funeral?”
A Joke that only we would would know
When will we realize
That life’s better improvised?
You claim that it’s catharsis
Just absent feelings tied to hollow words
You claim that it’s catharsis
Should have known those string never really worked
Maybe I’ll bite my wrists
And sink my canines through my skin
Performing a ritual
And bring you back to life
Maybe I’ll bite my wrists
And sink my canines through my skin
Interrupting the rest
And putting a curse on my life
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Do you wanna stay in tonight?
I'm thinking I might be overthinking this somehow
Or I could go out, give you some space
Hell, maybe I need it too right now, but if I'm being honest
I wanna be bored
I wanna be figured out
I wanna be yours
making out on your couch
Might not return your call today
Don't wanna show my hand, or seem to eager to share your embrace
But what you don't know can always hurt you
And I want you to know that
I wanna be bored
I wanna be figured out
I wanna be yours
making out on your couch
I'm not looking for complacence
Just tired of feeling vacant from keeping up this distance
I think I hate it, and I just need to steel my stomach
to let something real come through when I come home to you.
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DIVE - Inside Out
03:26
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Feet stuck on the ceiling
cant get back to solid ground
no matter what I try
head stuck in the clouds
never thought about the hurt
focused on your words
think of me, am I your only curse?
Everyday
My mind wanders on the past
and what it meant to feel alright
take my head
turn my whole world inside out
inside out
can I go back in time
I just haven't felt the same
since the come down
everything has changed
need your pick me up
take me back to better days
when I made you smile
and mind wasn't cast away
Look hard and you'll find me
lost in my own thoughts
but don't try to save me
you'll only cause more harm
don't try to save me
don't try to save me
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