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lyrics

Can I get drunk and stay at your house?
Can I burn every fucking bridge down?
Can I just tell you I'll be there, and then not really have to care?
Can I just figure how to feel out?
And can I call you on your birthday?
I'll say "I love you, are you doing ok?"
We'll make a scrapbook from the pictures of us lining the floor at my dads house

And can I cry when it gets too much?
And can I hear your heartbeat when we touch?
And can I follow up with I'm so scared I don't know why
I'm just a sucker for the misery
And did you tell me that you'd miss me?
Even when I told you I'd be busy?
You couldn't keep the breath in your chest any longer
I guess we both died that day

I felt the floor of my bedroom shaking from the sadness in my speakers
If these walls could talk, they'd tell me to stop my fucking whining
I got a brand new set of lips and gums
I stole them from a former self
And when the radio's on I can pretend I'm not alone

-----------------prelude-----------------------

Do you know
the weight of sleep?

Been slipping
anchors around my feet,
levitatin my ankles
according to the arc lines
of rope swings.

Here in the under-between
creeks seem a little more
muddy, the consistency
of silly putty pulling off
headlines twisting them
into obscurity -
with captioning
brought to you

in part by your friendly
local meltdown
power plant factory.

Waste not want not,
we’re licking up every drop
and shoving the whole
straw-full of suffering
up our nose
like stardust.
Just wait
about 30 minutes
for the full effect,
diy-do-or-die
on a 12 speed bike.

We've been circling
the same house
and the old man
on the front porch
might actually
just be a scarecrow
that moves
like a post-modernist.

The nightmare
must end soon,
as they all do.
Remember, relativity
is knowing that time
ebbs and flows
to expectations.
Then this might
be the big crunch,
like a payday,
and we get to live again –
a kitten ripped from its basket

credits

from Slighty Better Demos Expanded, Revised, Abridged, released April 20, 2017

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Quilt Monsters Huntington, West Virginia

a punk band from
huntington wv.
fast, angsty, leftist shit.


Derek - Bass/Vox
Brad - Drums
Dane - Guitar/Vox
Devon - Guitar

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