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The paper of your coffee cup is overmoist
Plastic melts to foam from the kiss of your voice
And while we are talking you keep checking your phone
It's funny how two people together can be so fucking alone
What was it, you were saying something 'bout your Dad?
He's getting over his drinking problem
Well that's.. That's not so bad
And tomorrow I'm in for an eight hour shift
I swear I've had it up to here with this
Mundane fucking bullshit
Well maybe we could move to New York
See the sights on the buildings so tall
Down on the pavements we'd go for a walk
It's funny how these store windows get so fogged with condensation
But the smell of coffee and rain outside they just highlight conversation
So what do you say do you think that we could get away?
I could see you and me living an ideal life in the city someday
Well tell me this, how would we just up and leave?
I think you've got your head in the clouds and you're not thinking clearly
I'm sorry, but pardon me for trying to be optimistic
I'm not the one with their head in their phone while their job is driving them sadistic
I'm sorry, but you wouldn't believe the fucking week I've had
I thought I'd like this job more, and not hate people so bad
I pay for my order let my frustrations lament
From all this rowdy bullshit that I've just tried to project
On to someone else, cus it's easier than dealing with myself
And I could never do that I'm too weak spined so I procrastinate and waste my time
And think of something that I could possibly say
To ease the tension and have this end in a better way
Cus if I am broken
You are too
She is mine
I am you
We are they
He is she
This whole thing's fucked
And we're just black and blue
A car ride later, I'm getting so done with this
Meeting up every weekend just to talk about shit
And hate ourselves cus we're really just jealous of what everyone else does
But we could never do that, we're too weak spined
Procrastine, waste our time
And think of something that we could possibly do
So I can tolerate me and you can tolerate you
Cus if I am broken
You are too
She is mine
I am you
We are they
He is she
This whole thing's fucked
Black and blue