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The Other Day
03:00
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Where was that appointment I made the other day?
For nine-forty-nine?
Or maybe seven a.m. next Thursday
I don't remember time
I tripped and fell the other day
On my next-door neighbor's stoop, by chance
So I sued their damn pants off
And now I have an extra pair of pants
The other day I held by breathe 'til dawn
It kept me occupied until I yawned
Maybe I can wait for a manic pixie dream girl to pick me to settle on
I fell asleep the other day on cold night
It was September twenty-first
I woke the next morning, it was March or something
Spring is the worst
I forgot my name the other day, I think it was Joe
Or maybe that's the guy from my favourite show
I'm wracking my brain and I don't even know
I think it's time for bed
The other day I held by breathe 'til dawn
It kept me occupied until I yawned
Maybe I can wait for a manic pixie dream girl to pick me to settle on
My dog took her own life the other day
A note detailed her misgivings
I nodded in my head, but agreed out loud that
Life's not worth living
I met a girl with a camera the other day
So I smashed it to bits
She said "that's so god-awfully misanthropic"
And it seems that way but it won't ever stick
Not when we're long, long dead
The other day I held by breathe 'til dawn
It kept me occupied until I yawned
Maybe I can wait for a manic pixie dream girl to pick me to settle on
There's nothing like a nice pipe-dream
To trick yourself like a good old-fashioned con
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The Tower & The Sea
02:45
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Walking around the Earth in my steel toed shoes
Collecting all manner of dirt and filth when you catch
My eye with a couple of blinks (and I)
I see a ribbon in your hair
love to see your matching underwear
In fact I can't wait for even a glance (but)
I'm waiting here, I'm waiting still
All week I'll hold the gate until
My arms puncture or completely collapse (but then I)
I lost my patience down a well
I leaned to look and then it fell
Echoed cries to the bottom then a splash
How old's a windswept current?
Is it seconds or ninety million years?
And how old's my last confession?
Don't think I want you to give me a concession
Stalking you around the room
Your eyes follow and stalk me too
I think I might put too much stock in what other's eyes do (but I)
I press ahead, I'll hope instead
I want to go to bed
With you, the way you look at me fills my head with solar flares (and)
Not the kind with blackouts
Or the kind that makes a man back-out
Of Earth's first and only manned-mission to mars (but the)
The kind of wild solar flare
With golden ribbons in her hair
The kind with fire that stings your eyes if you stare
How old are you this November?
If I drown you out, maybe I won't remember
And how old's my last confession?
Is it too late unask my last question?
That was dumb, that was embarrassing
Now without a doubt, there was something I was missing
A call or shout I failed to listen (I)
I went to climb some endless stairs
Toward the ribbon in your hair
I sailed a vulnerable ship
Into a stone you tried to skip
Turns out the tower and the sea
Are both a bit too much for me
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I Love You Too
03:58
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It's not what I thought
Was on the grapevine, on the grapevine
No fruit to be had,
Why won't you be mine, why won't you be mine?
It can't be from
A lack of tryin', a lack of tryin'
If I said I'm not hurt
I'd be lyin', I'd be lyin'
And you don't know what it's like
Interacting with a sociopath piece of shit like you
And I love you too
I love you more than the colour blue
And you're all that I think about
And I love you
I call you all day
You ignore it, you ignore it
It's the rejection
I abhor it, I abhor it
God, the smile on your face
I adore it, I adore it
If you'd just light the way
I would floor it, I would floor it
So I want you to give me just one chance
I do everything for you, you goddamn ungrateful fuck
And I love you too
I love you more than the colour blue
And you're all that I think about
And I love you
It's been forty-two hours since I've seen you
And I better not find out you've been outside of your house
'Cause you told you were stuck inside with a cold
And if you're lying, my god, I'll kick you in the mouth
And I love you too
I love you more than your parents do
And you're all that I think about
And I love you
It's not what I thought
Was on the grapevine, on the grapevine
No fruit to be had,
Why won't you be mine, why won't you be mine?
I've got nothing
Why won't you be mine, why won't you be mine?
You're all I need
Why won't you be mine, why won't you be mine?
So I'll just lay here, crying all night
I wish that I was dead and I think I hate you
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