1. |
Fruit Flies
03:59
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"I wear black sometimes
it's nothing new"
I hear steps on the stairs
I hide from you
you saw
the standing water in the bathtub
fruit flies
in cans of beer half full left open
fish scales
growing on my skin unwelcome
there's cans of beer half full left open
I swear
there's something in this house that's haunted
your hair
was turning gray with knots of cobwebs
you're drawn
to the smell of sweet things slowly spoiling
cicadas spell your name they're changing clothes hissing molting
I found
a way to say what I've been thinking
your spells
were really just sarcastic mumblings
and I pissed
away my chances at redemption
and now it's far too late for me to go and try and fix this
you mouthed
the words to the song but you said nothing
maybe the girl with the nose knows something
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2. |
Cowboy
02:56
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I couldn't love a statue, a women or an ox
you throw darts at my ankles
I'm bleeding on my socks
and if we keep on drinking
tomorrow might be hard
but so is being sober
with a broken bottle heart
won't drive across the country
and look at signs with you
I'm buying books I'm studying
I've got too much to do
what can you learn from wwoofing
seeing the world's deepest hole
a man in plaid and denim
seventeen feet tall
cause I know that you're leaving
alabama to mexico
I'm tripping down the shoulder
I cry as I walk home
cause I am not a cowboy
there's no land for my herd
and i couldn't love a statue
a sunset or a girl
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3. |
Cowgirl
03:46
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a girl can count her cards
I get my kicks from breaking rules
and I'll never say I'm sorry
for stealing beer or hustling pool
but a man who cheats on me
darling
I don't play with fools
a man in plaid and denim he left me on my own
to lick my wounds and suck the venom from every bullet hole
so I'm not too proud to pick a pocket fake a smile or go to hell
I wear a locket not a cross and it's a picture of myself
if you killed a man I'd help you hide away
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4. |
Poly
04:59
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I thought we could run forever but
that's only in the movies so
I'll cut my hair in the summer I
it got away from me
I'm not afraid of your mother I
think she maybe even likes me
I was the moon last night
in the blinds I
I was looking at you too
through screens and glances
I'll take my chances
until I"m ni your view
eventually you'll
notice me when
I crash into your room
rings roundf fingers
green bound to linger
there's nothing I can do
cause I don't cast
I reflect I
I orbit around you
and why am I like this and why am I so sad?
why's the sky turning black, why's it turning red?
if this could all just end then that might be nice
that might be something that helps me through the night
I couldn't say what I want from you
when cats walk in circles
when dogs walk in lines I'll
sit underneath the same street light and
I want nothing more than to climb a utility pole I'll throw myself on the ground
I want nothing more than to know who you're leaving me for I swear I'm worth keeping round
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5. |
Moral Combat
02:54
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once again I'm scared to say I find myself in moral combat
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