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Drunk Again
04:20
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Forget the lake.
It was to cold to swim in you went into your waist
I guess that's just like you you only did anything halfway.
Forget my name.
She said "Andrew Something it's been 10 years anyway"
The test of time, a memory, an old face
I'm 20 and alcohol does nothing to me
Not at all
You're wasted and I'm home sitting in my basement
Trying to sleep it off
The hangover to come will be the worst one
You hang your head
And think of all the thing that you might've done.
It's probably good that you forget.
It's good that you forget.
I've had a steady stream of things that would change everything
Like you had a stream of liquor down your throat
I'm surprised you didn't choke on it
Since you wouldn't waste a breathe on why we broke up
And I knew you wouldn't remember
I watched you write yourself a note on your arm
I'm 20 and alcohol does nothing to me
Not at all
You're wasted and I'm home sitting in my basement
Trying to sleep it off
The hangover to come will be the worst one
You hang your head
And think of all the thing that you might've done.
It's probably good that you forget.
Hold your head off of the porcelain
You're drunk again
And you have been in better shape than this
Use the shit like it is medicine
You know this isn't us
It's something I won't miss.
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Sometimes
04:54
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Sometimes I seek guidance from a god that I don't believe in.
Sometimes I wanna see you, and other times I don't think I could look at you again.
Sometimes I wanna be better than the man in the mirror in front of me.
Sometimes I try to clean the smudges off of the glass to see if it would do anything.
Why can't I do anything?
Sometimes, Melanie, you pull me in a bit too close.
Sometimes, don't you see that I've been pushing you away cuz one day I'm gonna go.
Sometimes I wish Wells, the dog from hell, and you and I wouldn't fade slowly.
And sometimes, on my bed, in my room, I realize I need to learn to cope.
Sometimes I seek guidance from a god that I don't believe in.
Sometimes I wanna see you, and other times I don't think I could look at you again.
Sometimes I wanna be better than the man in the mirror in front of me.
Sometimes I try to clean the smudges off of the glass to see if it would do anything.
A man can hope.
And sometimes, on my bed, in my room, I realize I need to learn to cope.
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On My Bed, In My Room
02:29
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Cut shallow.
On the surface. She's only a scratch.
Breathe hollow
And with weight cuz breath won't bring her back.
No.
Drinks follow.
Another bottle like friends that I have.
Sleep alone
Toss and turn over fights that we had
It wasn't that bad.
It's just that I have spots on my skin from waiting for you in the sun.
Now I feel like it rains all day or am I the only one who thinks that
You were better at coping I'm still waited down by tons.
And I know I shouldn't make a competition of the thing,
But I'm at a loss so I guess that means you won.
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