1. |
These Are Not Mistakes
02:21
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It's my life and I'm fine with fucking up
It's my fault, just can't find a better way out
I've still got trust, but sometimes it's not enough
I'm all in, so forgive me if I'm crushed
I'm not afraid. That's a lie, fuck yes I am
But I'm not mad, I'm just being what I am
I'm fucking lost. Show me one person who's not
It's my choice, just hoping I don't rot
I've got my songs that I'll scream till I'm coughing blood
I spill my guts. Let these cuts run bloody wild
I'm not ashamed of fucking with your head
I'm not ashamed. These wounds take time to mend and that's ok
We've all seen better days and that's ok
There's enough time left to waste and that's ok
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2. |
Small Talk
03:25
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I don't wanna go to sleep
And I don't wanna watch tv
I don't wanna do anything at all tonight
I don't wanna go outside
I don't wanna go to a bar and get drunk and regret this night
I just wanna feel alright tonight
Is that alright?
I don't wanna talk about the weather
I don't wanna tell you "what I do"
I don't give a fuck about the baseball game
And honestly I don't think you do
I just wanna sit on my front porch staring at the cars as they go by
Listen to the sound of city sirens
Think about myself for once in this life
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3. |
Discontented Words
03:47
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I'm drunk but I'm not falling down
Or maybe I am, I'll see you from the ground
Cursed bodies press dirt into skin
Here I am broken but breathing it in
My insides are liquid, this blood spills regret
for all I've kept hidden but haven't said yet
I'm just a kid trapped twenty-something young
Thought I'd be somebody different by now
These words they spread nothing but discontent
Well discontented words never brought me nothing
So I'll just keep on scratching and itching away
At a body that dreams somehow of better days
These words they spread nothing but discontent
Well discontented words never brought me nothing
So I'll just keep on scratching and cutting away
At a body that dreams somehow of better days
I'm drunk but I'm not falling down
Or maybe I am, I'll see you from the ground
Cursed bodies press dirt into skin
Here I am broken but living again
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4. |
In The Basement
01:48
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Turn my guitar into a heart
Turn it up, tear it apart
Screaming words like battle cries
Bash it out and never die
Never die
In the basement you'll find me screaming words of apathy
Empty bottles, cluttered mind
Tear through skin and let me in
Let me in
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