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Sad Spaghetti
03:15
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i feel so cold but its 84 degrees in my room
my head feels like a bowling ball and i cant remember my middle name
Im walking on the broken glass from the iphone you dropped on my tile
that mess has been there for a while
i go to bed late so i can procrastinate my future
where every day feels like a carbon copy of yesterday
I'd rather die than work a desk job for 47 more years
but ill continue to roll out of bed, hit my head on my coffee table
and black out, just to forget about the future
then i'll do it again tomorrow, and maybe even the next day
its a repeating sequence its part of growing up
will this feeling ever go away
Maybe by the end of May when its summer
But probly not
so i'm gonna dig my grave in a sandbox
and then maybe 2nd graders will dig me up
and eat my organs
they will eat my spleen
and use my intestines as a scarf
i really don't care what they do to me
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Napkin
01:15
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I had my hands creep up your thigh
But i was only another guy to you
you just wanted to feel less lonely
and i just wanted you
you're a shitty friend, you used me for months
i fell in love with you and wanted to touch your butt
now i know that i'm just another face to you
but id rather be a mask in a Halloween shop
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Estate Sale
01:55
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Can i hold my own estate sale
if i sleep for a year
people will think im dead
and wonder if i was queer
they'd buy all my shitty clothes
and my old playstation two
i'll make so much money
that i can buy something off the dollar menu
i hope some people'll find it sad that i'm dead
but the jokes on them because im just asleep in bed
a year of sleep and nobody wonders if im okay
the estate sale failed nobody noticed my death
I guess ill take the sign off my lawn
the estate sale is closed
i guess ill sleep for another year
and think of cheap jokes to make you smile
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Online Friends
01:39
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This one goes out, to those online friends
the ones who'd stay up with you at the send of a message
Behind the LCD screen, were people who
wouldn't shit on your feelings like a flock of seagulls
They were there through your emo phase
they were there on those lonely nights
99 outta hundred weren't creepy pedophiles
They were always there cheering you on for the final
And now that you're all grown up
You can afford to go visit them in cali
Finally meeting your online family
So this one goes out to those online friends
the ones who'd stay up with you till way past 10
thanks for everything
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I wanna go away for a while
I wanna go away for a while
I wanna go away for a while
if you're not here there's no point in stayin'
I wanna go away for a while
I wanna go away for a while
I wanna go away for a while
You were my little goose, now you're in a little noose
I wanna go away for a while
I wanna go away for a while
Or maybe forever
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