1. |
Narragansett
04:11
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You repeated what you want
Id prefer to hear intensions
I still don't know your name
Now I'm the one who's being hesitant
This barstool won't stop rocking
And my drink is almost done
The smoke that's on my breath
Disgusts my lovers one by one
My gin and tonics bitter
But not as bitter as the first
The second or the third
Hell the fourth one was still worse
Narragansett's fading
While the ocean sings and swells
I'll venture down to the beach
Escape my horrid mental cell
Why don't my thoughts
Match my words anymore
Facetiously
Asking you the score
Throw me to the wolves
It's where I feel at home
At least they're always honest
Unlike stories you have told
You left the house without a sound
Another face in the crowd
The tropic storm is dying now
Another King without his crown
Why don't my thoughts
Match my words anymore
Facetiously
Asking you the score
Gansetts not your home anymore
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2. |
Powder
02:37
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A shiver in your summer bones
A nameless face in a crowd
I thought they'd take everything
they didn't make a sound
You met me down on cherry street
The details don't mean much to me
Pollution swimming through the sea
Like chemicals in your bloodstream
A sight for sore eyes
But you're out getting drunk
your lips are still numb
From powder in your gums
Hair serves as a veil
Because you keep your head hung
Your lips are still numb From powder
Tell me how was France last autumn
Did the leaves change the same
The way they fell when we were together
Before you left the states
A sight for sore eyes
But you're out getting drunk
But your lips are still numb
From powder in your gums
Hair serves as a veil
Because you keep your head hung
Your lips are still numb
From powder
Watch over me tonight
Cause I am drowning
And I don't have
Any direction in mind
Watch over me tonight
Cause I am drowning
Maybe the waves
Will carry heaven back to me
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3. |
Bitter
02:49
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You've wear a sinister look
You've wear that dangerous grin
Your clothes are just as dark as
The fucking drink that made you spin
Your eyes are fading just like
The falling firework
You're intellectual and
I think that's what's making it worse
You're walking like you think you
Own the whole fucking city
intentions questionable
I'll trust you anyway
End up in some backyard
There was a fire burning
I didn't know where I was
But it was almost morning
Fuck you, tonight's a catastrophe
and you will never work out for me
never been sure of anything
but whats the point of this attitude you bring
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4. |
Licorice
03:58
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I'd love to be the cigarette
That hangs between your lips
With every kiss I'll kill you
I'll continue to be lit
Lace my skin with nicotine
You're addicted to my touch
You'll never let me leave you
And I'll always say too much
My hands haven't stopped shaking
For as long as I remember
It could be the drugs
Or it could be December
The roses are red
And they're brighter than blood
The violets are darker
Than your mind ever was
My skin and bones have ached
For what seems like a decade
Though I'm merely eighteen
I feel years older today
The nicotine I stole
From your lungs once filled me whole
Now I feel so lost
When they're not in my console
The words from your letters
You wrote while away
Are starting to fade
But they're engraved in my brain
The pages were sweet
And they smelled of your perfume
Now they've grown old
Rotting in my room
The boags that you smoked,
The boags that we smoked,
Stuck to my habits
Now it's the boags that I smoke
The smell of tobacco
leaves my thoughts sour
I'm a hopeless addict
But you're still a coward
My skin and bones have ached
For what seems like a decade
Though I'm merely eighteen
I feel years older today
The nicotine I stole
From your lungs once filled me whole
Now I feel so lost
When they're not in my console
(She drinks her coffee black
Cause she needs the taste of bitterness
When everything's too sweet
She takes a bit of licorice
And I don't even know
What her real name is
It starts with a J
I don't think I get the gist) x2
My skin and bones have ached
For what seems like a decade
Though I'm merely eighteen
I feel years older today
The nicotine I stole
From your lungs once filled me whole
Now I feel so lost
When they're not in my console
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5. |
Indica
03:10
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Miss the man I use to be,
Back when flowers use to bloom
glassy eyes bloodshot and blue
Before they learned the truth.
These days I look insane,
Now you'll catch me picking at
The skin around my fingertips
That I know will never heal
Isn't it ironic that
Now I drink my coffee black
I bet you'd be so proud of me
But I don't think you're writing back
And isn't it ironic now I drink my coffee black
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