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Ron Wilson, Bus Driver!
04:15
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Afterglow
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Catch me posted up inside your head
The one place I never thought that I would dwell again
A firm belief in the fine print
Pygmy words have never been so eloquent
A contract for abandonment is what I offer
Idle hands, an overworked tongue
A masterpiece in the same league as my failures/my hopes and dreams
My knuckles stained the same shade as the stars
“I’ll makeshift something better” is sky-high... Cloud 9 to compare
“Quiet down now,” you said
Besides the distance in both miles and our hearts
“Call it quits,” I begged you from day two
If sleep is for the weak, then call my state of mind a Sunday
Consequence is not a term I’ve come to
I said it again and again in my head
But the replay value depreciated on a scale consisting of graves and storm clouds
Besides the distance in both miles and our hearts
“Call it quits,” I begged you from day two
If sleep is for the weak, then call my state of mind a Sunday
Consequence is not a term I’ve come to
I don’t know how to say this nicely
So I won’t try
Besides the distance in both miles and our hearts
“Call it quits,” I begged you from day two
If sleep is for the weak, then call my state of mind a Sunday
Consequence is not a term I’ve come to
(Seven letters you will never hear)
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I’m No Danny Zuko
03:02
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In my opinion, Akron doesn’t hold a candle to you
I miss you more than words can tell, though I will search through the Earth to find the right ones
All the ache inside my chest is not from too much caffeine or a lack of stability
I’m the poster child for discontent
I fell in love with every word you swore you meant
Pat yourself on the back, ‘cause you’re in my head
I put my still-beating heart inside a leakproof box
Can someone care to explain how it’s waterlogged?
Throw your hands out so when you fall you don’t hurt anything but your arms or your pride
I’m the poster child for discontent
I fell in love with every word you swore you meant
Pat yourself on the back, ‘cause you’re in my head
You’re in my head!
When you’re straightforward, what’s to gain? The days are so mundane and loose
Seal them with your kiss
I’ll break my back so you don’t bend yours.
(sick guitar solo)
I’m the poster child for discontent
“Unconditionally… Well, except for this” is all you meant
I’m the poster child for discontent
I fell in love with every word you swore you meant
Pat yourself on the back, ‘cause you’re in my head
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“One and done,” I thought
But I loathe you so loudly
There’s a time and place that I’ll be worth more
So few, so far between; these answers seem misprint
Father, I’ll be everything you’re not
Who you see is what you should forget
My vitals start to fatigue with this pressure
The part of me that’s you is coming out to prey
I'll follow suit, knowing no one cares.
Here's your reminder that I exist.
It's like you said before; "I could never try."
The ground got colder this year. I’ve been robbed of my innocence.
Quiet as a church mouse, she asked if I loved her
There was nothing left to sin for.
The sleeve that held my heart has stitching frayed
I can spare some thread from my coffin’s insides
It's like you said before; "I could never try."
The ground got colder this year. I’ve been robbed of my innocence.
I feel the same as last year
I promised myself this wouldn’t happen again
These bitter chords and melodies are yours to keep over my dead body
I found myself in the same place where this began
“He looks discolored...with anger, envy, and fear.”
I’ll tell you this; no harm, no foul.
No savior, you “reborn” lost cause
A liar is all that you’re ever going to be, you coward.
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If You’re Listening...
03:59
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This rose I had painted red is resemblant of ill intent
My palms are running ruby
Every thorn decides to dig a little deeper each time
Dare I pick another?
A version of you caught up in floriculture
Too busy to show your hands and where the thorns left their marks on you in the same shape as the ones on mine, but
You take the strongest breaths right out of me
I want you to be everything you wanted, even if that doesn’t leave any room for me
If you need me, I’ll be outside pushing daisies
Just a stone’s throw from your bedside at any given time
The things that constitute as your feelings change more than the weather in my home state
I’ve dangled from this precipice before
The kind of caution that drops a flower
It’s kind of funny in a sense of sighs, but
Rely on me for an abrupt ending
I want you to be everything you wanted, even if that doesn’t leave any room for me
If you need me, I’ll be outside pushing daisies
Just a stone’s throw from your bedside at any given time
I was so eager to tap into your head and taste the sweet side
I’ll just sour it all up in good time
Do the devil’s work through your enamel
I will be okay
Different, but okay.
(you will be, too.)
I want you to be everything
If you need me, I’ll be outside pushing daisies
If you need me
If you need me
Don’t you need me
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