Lyrics
I could be the thing you need,
but isn't that just self-deceit
My mouth is dry and even that could be a lie I tell myself
As to why I won't go out at night.
Sit down be slow,
this is not apart from one of those
Rigorous nights
of thought repetition.
The costume you wore
is freaking me out.
This bands really loud
and in my head.
These rigorous nights
are all that we have
it keeps us together
through to the day.
We'll learn to go save
with time
but then end up fading,
separating on the way.
I'm a pro, when I'm alone.
Snap
Me Back
to the rubble strips in the road
after what I just told.
Snap
Me Back
and abandonment
has never felt so good
With all the native souls
and the camping grounds
of our siren towns where we,
feast like animals on the
self-esteemed young vegetables
'cuz they have feelings too.
Everyone's a long shot,
I forgot,
I would really like to
but I can't
even with my Nikes on.
They say it's something about
my inhibitions to keep
these conversations alive
you know
I would really like to,
but I can't.
So I'll leave this song to remind me
how the good times have found
their way in front of my.
Bong rips with the King of Heck
It's a backpack, stones and shit
It's a bay hat, compass stick
Beer box, Mountain kids
Bellingham, Washington
Bong rips with the King of Heck
Its a bomb