1. |
Merit Dot
03:37
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oh god, my mom
just gave me a weed sticker
to put onto my guitar
rarely ever smoking weed
but still i stuck it in on
cause the stickers i put on there
have a story or a yarn
someone that i once knew gave me a sticker of a star
she told me i should stick it on the back of my lanyard
(it looked a little lame but i did it anyway)
and every time my friends asked i had to explain
any hint of sentimentality i hold onto,
the little things that i hold dear if it has any value,
and when i have any single experience i have to
write songs
fuck, what's wrong?
i know there's something
that i just can't put my finger on
oh, what's wrong with me?
tell me, please
rip off a sticker
for it just reminds me
i need to sleep
but hundreds of these memories
keep playing on repeat
of things i could've done
or changed or handled differently
and it's looming like a spectre
constantly reminding me
that everything is volatile and soon one day will leave
told me she enjoyed the night, and now we never speak
(never had merit, for all a sticker is)
is a piece of fucking paper with nothing else to it
idle hands make one want to take
a gun and place it in their face
a bird in the hand will make one break
its fucking neck and throw it away
when your lifes plans
are just handed to you
with no circumstance
all the little happenings
mean so much more than you would think
and i know
that the roots one day outgrow
and if i was there
you would too
oh, what's wrong with me?
tell me, please
rip off a sticker
for it just reminds me
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2. |
Off
02:17
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nothing that i can make count
when the world is upside down
makes it so i can't sleep at night
to be honest, it's alright
won't be long now till its over
and i'm over everything
count the days down till im sober
and then closer comes the end
said you think that it's the end
but i think we're already dead
i can see it in your eyes,
you've been all but drained of life
don't you forget me
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3. |
self trepanation videos
03:19
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its happening again
haven't heard much from my friends
guess i really hoped that they'd check in
made a hole in my head
that lets smoke right on in
i've been like this before
but last time it didn't hurt as much
i'd be lying if i said that
i cope well with change and
life's changing too much
and i wanna go back
i wish i knew what i had as a kid
when i was fucked up
watching videos from before my time
in shitty quality of people's lives
and their friends all documented
through a low view count and nokia lens
you can see their phases
that they'd grow out of
and a joy they'd grow out of too
the kids complaining
about their problems
before real problems were issued
capturing moments
they've probably forgotten by now
you don't know what you got, but you shall
when you're old as fuck and you'll deal with it
pinboards and photographs
won't fill the void in any capacity
you want a better life
well you can't and won't and i know that's shitty
cheap whores and cigarettes
you wanna live as full and best
as possible, it's not possible
you're a pleasure seeker,
you're an animal
i wish i knew what i had as a kid
because just maybe then i'd have lived when i lived
i once had full control, spiral out
it's too late now
no i can't take the fucking scenic route
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4. |
Again?
03:01
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break you apart
by the string through my heart
you take a hit, crack your rib
recall me back
so when you run away again
just know i never left
it's never over
you only grow older
conkers, crash and then burst
i lied that i'd felt worse
but i'd never felt before this
patterns i still don't get
lit a cigarette
collapsed on my bedroom floor
when you said that we couldn't be
any thing, any more
while you bleed on your sleeve
of where your heart rests assured
that i'm far enough away
to never hurt you again
don't worry, this time it's true
it's never over
you only grow older
conkers, crash and then burst
i lied that i'd felt worse
but i'd never felt before this
patterns i still don't get
lit a cigarette
collapsed on my bedroom floor
i told you that i'm okay
how the fuck could i be okay?
i just didn't want to upset you
reasons i still don't get
guess i can forget
because you've forgotten too
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5. |
A Flower
02:00
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Always covered mouth
Self-consciously drawn out
You're everything alike
Like a god spun you up from his very own mind
To be mine
Oh to be mine
Seems oh-so out of line
Somebody so fine
And I can only speak
In tongues which touch tequila
The conversation weakens
But you still want to keep it
Somebody so pretty could only have the name of a flower
And a flower so pretty, I want to remember
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