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stone mountain
02:39
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up on stone mountain i lost you
between trees we couldn’t see through
the night picks up while i’m still asleep
lying still and silent while i watch you leave
there’s smoke in your breath
“can’t you take this outside?”
“well it’s cold out” you said
“and the cars passing by scare me to death”
the hell were you hiding from them?
broken glass covers my front lawn
i wonder where it could be from
bottles scattered round and i play dumb
i know exactly what you’re covering up
“there’s cold in your steps
can’t you just come inside
cause your teeth are soaked in red
and the car in the telephone pole’s wrecked
the hell were you driving for, then?
it’s sunday morning, you’re not thinking
you should’ve left while i was sleeping
“there’s black in your eyes”
“did he take his own life”
to me you already seemed dead
and are you in the trees or are you still in bed?
to me you already had left
it’s easter morning, you’re not breathing
how could you leave while i was sleeping?
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tofurkey
02:41
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this one is for you anticlimactic
notes and rhythms that I'll sing out of tune
casual encounters making static
praying someone else would be the glue
funny how even now we're strangers
it's funnier that I can't tell the truth
cut me out of all of our rehearsals
when I don't come on stage at the right cue
found someone who was impressive
then found a way to get bored
scratch my back and I'm still itching
but, honestly, I don't want more
this one is for me clinically passive
nothing that I ever write is new
passed by in a grocery store, distracted
I hardly recognized that it was you
funny how even now we're this far
patience is a virtue, not a sport
I stuck around, I was reluctant to this part
the patient route that had to be cut short
I wrote a love song once
I must have lost my mind
if you forget, I won't remind
I've been spiritual
I have prayed once or twice
I didn't realize I'm the sacrifice
find someone who is impressive
then find a way to get bored
make a tear just to get stitches
realize you'll settle without more
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whistling
02:34
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are you coming around again?
if it’s up to me i wish you would
are you counting us as friends?
are we leaving things to be misunderstood?
how do i get you up out your phone?
how do i catch one bird with a stone?
how do i forget about spring
with the frequency that’s still whistling?
not forgetting, just rearranging
are you coming around again?
well my answer’s clear if it should arise
hesitating to no end
while we’re leaving things to fade on the sides
how did that whistle cover me?
how did it just as quickly leave? (me)
how do i pretend winter came
without the tune of last year deafening me
no, not losing, just misplacing
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braces
02:58
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my hair was long and all my patience was thinning
eyelashes lowered
my growth spurt was over, i
exhaled past fingernails who showed what i dealt with
heights carried over
now i’m stranded, sober
my hair was shorter, ya my eyes still stayed closed
and my nails were yellowed
digging at thresholds, yeah
my shoulders bent in, i hardly fit my clothes
i’ve crooked elbows
i snap then regrow
wires in my teeth
don’t stand up straightly
cross out of sticks at my feet
bikes are wheels, webbing in between
what does that make out of me?
my hair is short now, i’ve grown closer to good
but my bones are sore now
yeah, my tendons worn out
i shake the thought i haven’t grown like i should
though i seem tall now
my wiring’s pulled out
wires in my teeth
don’t stand up straightly
cross out of sticks at my feet
bikes are wheels, webbing in between
what does that make out of me?
gears in my car
striking me as bizarre
tunnels ahead looking bleak
you’re out of the dark, though you’re riddled with scars
so what does that say about me?
what does that say about me?
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