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Let's go for a ride where the street lights might empty out our eyes I will buy the chips that don't hurt your teeth
If I could write a better love song I would but right now it's the best I got
Hide away with me I'll build you a home I'll rub your feet and your aching knee until I bleed from my bones and one day when the snow carries you away I'll be there to place tulips just atop your grave
If I could write a better love song I would but right now it's the best I got
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$300 Check
03:07
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My feet are getting heavy my hands won't stay steady I don't know If I'll ever breathe normal again
But I'm a mess you should've left me for dead I dropped out of college just to clear my head but now I'm in the trash looking for my 300 dollar check It wasn't my fault but now it's soaking wet
My feet are getting heavy my hands won't stay steady I don't know If I'll ever breathe normal again my eyes are getting heavy my vision's getting messy I don't know if I'll ever see normal again
Hide under the sheets away from all my friends everything got worse what more did I expect and now I'm in the trash looking for my 300 dollar check it wasn't my fault but now it's soaking wet
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Cracked Steering Wheel
04:53
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How can I keep my sanity when the only reason I wake up is an hour and forty on a Wednesday morning that decides if I'm happy or hate myself again
Talk to me tell me what's going on inside your mind does it match mine do you hate me suffocate me because either way I'm going down and I'd rather be killed by your hand than my own because at least then I'd know that I didn't have to die alone
Now the one thing keeping me alive is a cracked steering wheel from a lonely drive where I nearly wrecked my car just outside town
They'd have found me upside down surround me with a garbage bag I'm sorry
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Highway 113
03:30
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We don't need to drive around to count the stop lights in our town we just need to think about how much we want to get the fuck out
All you do is rip apart my seams make me get down on my knees all because I'd rather be anywhere than hanging out with your stupid friends
The only thing I really need is a healthy midnight scream speeding down highway 113 with a pocket full of anxiety
If I make it out of my mind alive I'm gonna leave this town to die
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I don't think that I could stand to meet you I don't think that I could stand to watch you walk away the minute you see my face
I don't think that you could stand to meet me I don't think you realize I'm not worth anything and the perfect me inside your mind won't match the me you find inside so please stop pretending I mean anything
So let's meet up for coffee or food or anything then you can see the person that you don't want me to be and I'm so sorry
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Grey
02:39
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Grey neither white nor black I'm a constant in-between of something decent but I'm not that
Grey like the only hoodie I own and the only pants that fit an in-discernible piece of flesh I'll never stand out from the rest
I can't expect you to notice me in this world that's full of color but promise if you ever need me you won't run for cover
Give me your heart we can paint on the walls of your mind using every beautiful scrap that we can find
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Your Local Cemetery Dixon, California
Greasy rock from a dusty town. Dixon, CA.
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