"drop the flood"

drop the flood, I'm ready for the next welterweight
the weaker the swing the better I feel at night
like a two bedroom bottle with a wondrous view
the cusp of your hand cradles me to sleep

spiders and no future never scared me
your eyes and stern voice made me shake
We chased arguments like snitches and debtors
but I'm using the memories for kindle , you should do the same

work the corners, bleed for more men than me
I'm tired, I'm finding rude very comfortable to do
do you want the feeling intact and everything alright
find something useful to do while I find the truth

grooms aren't made, choices and toys are made
I'll locate the workshop and destroy the catty workers
like a gift horse coughing up verses of a prophet
one look will put you riding shotgun

spiders and no future never scared me
your eyes and stern voice made me shake
We chased arguments like snitches and debtors
but I'm using the memories for kindle , you should do the same

work the corners, bleed for more men than me
I'm tired, I'm finding rude very comfortable to do
do you want the feeling intact and everything alright
find something useful to do while I find the truth

Sparklers are grossly inappropriate for the funeral

run to the kitchen, find every sharp untensil, inhale deeply
soak your lungs in epson salt till the hours become days
throw all your money at the mirror, wipe until the brown becomes green
hope for a day it all means as little to you as it does to me

sleep, eat, sing out of key
sleep
eat
sing out of key

Will the scales of judgment weigh the plasma screen
Will the gravestone read she dined expensively
or will it read her hands were steady in the turmoil

I would pay the down payment for a better life,
if most aspects were a self-employed right

crash the teeth, the miles climb higher, forget to breathe
no book will put the next foot forward, to hell with it
Bunk in the closet, wait for Cain to whisper a will
disappear, the clouds rain piss and complaints here

sleep, eat, sing out of key
sleep
eat
sing out of key

Will the scales of judgment weigh the plasma screen
Will the gravestone read she dined expensively
or will it read her hands were steady in the turmoil

I would pay the down payment for a better life,
if most aspects were a self-employed right

Here's a fun way to write albums

pretend every word and idea will define you as a band.



while we're talking about it, I'm thinking our next album should be called The Bomb Kids.

here's the tracking listing.

1. I'm ready to sell out, piss on crowds, and start some kind of drug addiction.
2. Break dance, not jaws
3. My friends tell me you're the guy to see when it comes to premiere German weaponry
4. Curse, apologize, excuse yourself
5. Numbers, above all else
6. Circle pits give you street cred
7. I spend my days and nights worrying about you
8. Drop the flood
9. One more year for the lady
10. Sparklers will be highly inappropriate for the funeral
11. 256
12. Too old to sleep
13. Fire me

I'll have the lyrics up in a bit, I think.

another backyard fumble

It seems like that fat kid mentality will never escape me. Every time someone relies on me, I fumble the ball at the goal line because I'm out of breathe and hungry. Self-loathing is another hobby that won't go away. I feel bad, I feel worse, and it just gets better.



pisssssszzz

The Bomb Kids

as I swam out the bathroom/ all eyes attempted to not notice/
swallowing the knife and avoiding the lights/ they'd have to dig deep for resolution
one ear turned at the drip/ she knew the sound as my heavy shell hit
I was out like at the end of senior year and quiet like in nineth grade/ twelve cuts cut all the risk

Leave your pity, take the guilt
I'm only looking for a warmth I once read about
no gravestones or dramatic line of cars
Just tired and damn sure of it

when my mind is sure then my hands will follow

I grazed a life not lost, but abandoned/ sunken in to a cool, dry place in my head/
away from the hum of a fleshy machine/ I felt a weight on my chest/

Leave your pity, take the guilt
I'm only looking for a warmth I once read about
no gravestones or dramatic line of cars
Just tired and damn sure of it

when my mind is sure then my hands will follow