Took an old song idea, finished and recorded this week. It almost feels like cheating to use an old idea. Almost.
I don't know how those punk rock guitarists do those crazy fast downstrokes. My hand goes wobbly about half a verse.
‹ Lyrics
It's time, I know, to try and show
the things I never could have said
the words; the worst; the first; the last time
you'll ever let me down
the way you didn't stay
to make me sway away from going
down the path; the road
the ode to everything you're not
I'm in love with a toaster
like a girl on a poster
I love her 'til I know her
I'm a piece of bread
on a rollercoaster in her pocket
until she fires me like a rocket
first she'll offer me a ride
then she'll burn me 'til I'm fried
Now I know what a girl can do to you
through thick and thin; without, within
withholding everything from me
until the second that you leave
you'll never give me space to breath the air, so bittersweet
you're down my throat
but you're still far out of reach
and touch, and mind
unwind, because you're driving me insane
by rights i'm left to write the wrongs
my beating heartache is the song
for you, in memory
A soundtrack of catastrophe
regret's a weak analogy:
had solitude, chose misery
For all the things you've done to me
it's time to send you back