I confess, I may be somewhat of a mess
As the stench from my cigarette will surely attest
And I admit, I may be struggling to live
As the pillow calls my name, and I endlessly give in to it
But what do you know?
You condescend upon me with your heavenly glow, but it's a lie.
If your shoes were laced up like mine,
You'd be hard pressed to find a way home.
So go spit out the words you've been spoon-fed since birth
And then wash out your mouth with a handful of dirt
It's for you to decide how you waste all your time,
But while you're chasing faeries. don't complain about how I waste...
Is this all that the years have to show?
Just the corpse of a friend left to rot in the snow?
And I'm sick of just struggling to live
You should try it sometime simply for all the kicks and the grins!
But what do I know?
I'm just a two-wheel disaster, a stick in the spokes
But it's a lie!
If your bike was chained up like mine,
I'd implore you to find a way home.
You can look down on me all you want,
But don't expect me to lift my eyes up.
You can shake your fist at me from inside the lines of a page,
Oh how manly, how brave!
So go spit out the words you've been spoon-fed since birth
And then wash out your mouth with a handful of dirt
It's for you to decide how you're gonna wast your whole life
But while you're chasing faeries.
Don't complain about how I waste mine.
Turbulent indie rock from Levi Fuller & the Library that has the snarl of hardcore and the knotty meter of math rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 13, 2018