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Intro
00:28
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Time to write another dumb album
Overcome my attention span problems
Time to listen to another dumb album
With the guy who doesn't know how to spell *raccoon
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2. |
Which Way To The Cliff?
01:28
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She looks so she looks so easy
In a black dress in a body bag
He said hands off man don't touch me
Man I love it when you look like that
Shit ain't on me now
Fuck your house of cards
It came tumbling down
Didn't take much force
Now I took a little tumble
In the back of a rented van
Her eyes shined in the glow of the dark light
She said I miss it how you were back then
Shit ain't on me now
Fuck your house of cards
It came tumbling down
Didn't take much force
Hate me if you want
Love me if you can
I'm not that much fun
I don't make no plans
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I'm so close to you
But it's a distant feeling
That I'm feeling
And when you lean so close
I can feel you breathing
When I'm hardly breathing
With your name in my mouth
I could hardly even make a sound
I lost the nerve to say this to you
I've been obsessed over what you might do
It's okay, I'll take the fall
I'm the spider on your bedroom wall
I'll spin you round put you in a locket
I don't mind if we both look stupid
I'm so close to you
But it's a distant feeling
That I'm feeling
And when you lean so close
I can feel you breathing
When I'm hardly breathing
Now I'm in distant lands
I hope you understand
How I've missed this
And those raunchy jokes
I feel like a phony
Know I love you only
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4. |
Skin &
02:05
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Smoked another stick
Waiting on you
I could never sit still
Don't have the patience to
I don't feel so cold
Inside your skin and bones
Don't ask me how I'm doing
If you don't feel like talking
Broke another glass
In the living room
Sweep it under the rug
Like we always do
It's bound to cut us someday
Will that day come soon?
Cut our skin to show
That I'm the same as you
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5. |
Bones
03:50
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I'm in my head again
Third time this week I threw the brick against the wall
Don't need more sedatives
I think I just need somebody that I can call
What's the point of waiting
I can't stop shaking
In my bones- are tired and aching
My self-control is non-existent
Life's just not happening
I sleep alone fucked up and passed out on your floor
Can't seem to shake it
Waking up to the sound of you leaving through the door
No time for sentiment
Everyone moves on so damn quickly
But if you try me out
I don't know- I don't know baby
You might find I've got something worth missing
Every time I think about you
I wanna die- I wanna die, baby
Cause every single thing that I do
You don't care- you don't care about me really
Every time I think about you
I wanna die- I wanna die, baby
Cause every single thing that I do
You don't really give a fuck about me baby do ya?
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6. |
What? Nothing
02:18
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Field trip to the museum
We'll stop by the gift shop right after
I'll be the souvenir you never needed
You can put me on your shelf
Hang your mistakes on the wall
Laugh at the boys who try to call
Kicking the sand at the playground
Vague about the things that you say now
She said she saw demons in the mirror
Hasn't looked in one since
Do anything to keep our sanity
Or at least ignore all of the growing pains
You'll stick to your bad habits, I'll cling to mine
Of smoking too many cigarettes
And drinking too much wine
You'll ignore the voice of reason, I'll ignore your cool
And I'd ignore almost anything
But I'd never ignore you
She said learn to write without rhyming
But I can't decide which words go with which emotions
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7. |
Fool
01:22
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Visit all the places we used to go to
Fake occasions every chance we get to
Laugh it off- the only way I've ever known
Where the hell else can I go?
Superficial seems to make you happy
I don't mind it if you are distracting
I found beauty in the corners of my room
Whatever- I'll just be a fool
For you
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8. |
I Can't F***ing Skate
01:27
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I can't fucking skateboard
So you get so fucking bored
If I had a bit of skill, I would do a fucking ollie
If I had an ounce of talent maybe I could be somebody
In another fucking life I would kickflip down the 12 stair
But I'm just another pussy, I don't even got no dick hair
I can't fucking skateboard
So you get so fucking bored
I should act my fucking age, I don't even have insurance
"What if you break all of your bones?"
-Man, it's not even important
If I had a real hobby, maybe my dad would still love me
I don't got a fuck to give even if everyone deserts me
I can't fucking skateboard
So you get so fucking bored
I can't fucking skateboard
It's time to get a real job
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You drive like a fucking asshole
You make me wanna vomit at the turnpike exit uwu
I can't believe I let you drive my car
I can't believe that we got so far
In the shitty honda that we stole from your rich friends uwu
Now we can't turn back
You give me heart attacks
You signal right when you left me behind
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10. |
Maybe Babies
02:54
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Not again, not these careless feelings
You put them in a box- do you call this healing?
You tore off all the labels then you hung them from the ceiling
I never really know wth you're thinking
Being with somebody like me
Doesn't make sense you see
Save yourself the agony
The restless states that we navigate
Our sins like medals on display
Carefree to the worlds' dismay
Pay no mind to drunk charades
Regardless of whatever said
She hummed another tune does it sound familiar
It went "everybody leaves my little caterpillar"
And I can't say this for certain but I think that you're different
Though I get a little crazy when these things get serious
This one's for all the things that we forgot
When we slept beside the parking lot
The wind against the windowpane
Relentless to our bargaining
Baby- why'd you humor me?
With maybes, you know better than me
But lately, I don't see you
Lately, I don't see you with
Somebody like me
Doesn't make sense you see
Save yourself the agony
The restless states that we navigate
Our sins like medals on display
Carefree to the worlds' dismay
Pay no mind to drunk charades
Regardless of whatever said
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11. |
So Long, Summer
02:48
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So long, it's come to this
The endless summer
It had to end
Those nights, we lay awake
The alcohol and smoke
Linger on our breaths
Your skin like pen to paper
Somehow familiar
Yet I can't remember
Those days in mid-December
We'd brave the weather
For you whenever
Nothing's forever- just know that I'm here
Nothing's forever- it may all disappear
Nothing's forever- let's just stay for the night
Nothing's forever- glad you're here for the ride
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