1. |
Bluff
03:34
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Just let me catch my breath
And pick up my scattered pieces
I hope you know that I've
Been working myself to death
Roaming around
As a ghost on the beaches
I don't want to be this
I'd rather be someplace else
Fair enough, you called my bluff
It's obvious things are getting rough
Without the sun on our backs
Winter comes, then I go
I just had to let you know
Sticking around just ain't my thing
I never could
So I never would
So don't look for me
I've been buried under years of sand and snow
Where the waves start to glow
It's a place that I hate to know
I guess I'm found
I've worn out my welcome
So I lie and wait for the day to let me go
I know I'm hard to love
I know it's not enough
To let you know I'm trying
I won't have to sweat
You won't have to shiver
But you'll be lonely in the winter I know
You'll be lonely in the winter I know
Fair enough, you called my bluff
It's obvious things are getting rough
Without the sun on our backs
Winter comes, then I go
I just had to let you know
Sticking around just ain't my thing
I never could
So I never would
And never will
I know I'm hard to love
I know it's not enough
To let you know I'm trying
I won't have to sweat
You won't have to shiver
But you'll be lonely in the winter I know
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2. |
Pillowcase
04:28
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Come and watch me push it all away
Undo any progress that I've made
I'm better left undone
So I lay down with the setting sun
I'm so sad to see
What a shame
What a pity
Fall right through the seams in my pillowcase
And draw the blinds, drown out the light
I won't bother waiting for the summer to save me
Don't bother, why would I bother
Why would I bother waiting for the sun
Or anyone to warm the bed I've made
It's just blankets in the shade
Trace patterns in the dark
But it's a start
It's the only way I know to slow my heart
It's the only way I know to slow my heart
Fall right through the seams in my pillowcase
And draw the blinds, drown out the light
I won't bother waiting for the summer to save me
Don't bother, why would I bother
Please don't mind me
I'm better off this way
Hide beneath the trees
Lost for words to say
When I'm gagging on my own tongue
Choking on my own lungs
I'm out of breath and scared to death
Of what's inside my head
So I'd rather be sad than feel this way
Maybe if I stay still for long enough
Lying in the rough all the weeds
Will finally take me to a place
Where I don't have to be
Scared to death of all the shit
I've left inside my head
Fall right through the seams in my pillowcase
And draw the blinds, drown out the light
I won't bother waiting for the summer to save me
Don't bother, why would I bother
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3. |
JBH
02:41
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Whose brilliant fucking idea
Was it to tell us to grow up so quick
I didn't learn how to reason
Or to regret without letting shit
Fall from my thick skull
Slow burn I guess I'll never learn
How to see the silver lining
In anything, in anything at all
Just because I can't see it
Doesn't mean it isn't there
My vision isn't fair
So for days and days
I want to waste away
I deserve it
I'm sick of my bullshit
Slow burn I guess I'll never learn
How to see the silver lining
In anything, in anything at all
Slow burn I guess I'll never learn
How to see the silver lining
In anything
I'd rather waste away
It's better off that way
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