Failed Attempts at Facial Hair
Orgcore Song About Sitting on Porches
We trade stories from church basementsWatch the world out of your screen doorName future tattoos and past derailmentsCount the bottles as they hit the floorWe climb through the asphaltStop and listen with our ears to the groundThere are a thousand songs in every sidewalk crack of this town.Well, sometimes I can't get over the stupid things I say, butI'm so glad that you canBut I'm growing ever more worriedThat you might figure out what an asshole I really amBut you say that you like my sideburnsAnd you don't mind having me aroundI hope I never forget the way that soundsWe gain layers of clothes and some perspectiveWatch the leaves at the top of the poolVisible heat lost its lusterGot a few more hours until we leave for schoolSo I sink to the bottomLet the air out so I stay downLungs full of chlorine, I drown.
From Letras Mania