Joyce Manor
Chumped
Some salty stoned nightYou cut up your hair bad againAnd so you cough up a fake smileAnd hate to be photographed skinNow I'm feeling chumped on the busLeft out of breath out of touchFixed gear, this frat boy who won't lend an earWhy should he bother his fathers careerFeeling hopeful and helplessTalking shit all the sameDo you keep having nightmaresAbout the old gangOr when I keep remindingMyself this will passBut myself keeps reminding meIt will come backSome salty stoned nightSome salty stoned nightSome salty stoned nightYou cut up your hair bad again
From Letras Mania