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intro
00:58
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2. |
packing peanuts
02:28
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polystyrene man
call him paper mache, cuz he looks like shit
troubled empty man
livin in a plastic can
polystyrene girl
like a bottle of spackle, cuz she fills his heart
heartless, plastic girl
but maybe that’s just the world
polystyrene love
like a blowup doll, or a rotten corpse
hate what you desire
not that you ever got it
so who am i to say
i’m livin in a peanut gallery
who am i to say
i’m only livin in a dream
who am i to say
i’m livin in a peanut gallery
who am i to say
i’m nothin but filler, baby
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3. |
arsonist
03:27
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i’ve caught a case to solve and it’s you
candles burn my mind, our daydreams of youth
journal’s on fire, your unsung tune, from
dreams you appear, the prophet’s proof.
my heart lightly flutters every time that you move
brown sweater, cold weather, silky smooth
pagliacci turned romeo, from
comets you fall to change my radio
startin a fire with nothin to burn,
your cigarette stains the walls… so you
build em back up, just to burn em all down,
you’re lost but not yet found…
but I’m lookin… I’m lookin around
i’ve found a trail of ash that led me right to your door
soot covered walls, it doesn’t smell like you
used to see you often to remember the scent, but now I’m
left with empty glass
did I start the fire or was your cigarette.. the flaming
lip that pulled me into the sugary wreck? wait…
whatever I cut the wick, dropped the case, but I’m
afraid you caught me too.
startin a fire with nothin to burn,
your cigarette stains the walls… so you
build em back up, just to burn em all down,
you’re lost but not yet found…
but I’m lookin… I’m lookin around
my world’s on fire and you lit the match…
deny, deny, deny, and don’t call back
my world’s on fire and you lit the match…
deny, deny, deny, and don’t call back
deny, deny, deny, and don’t call back
deny, deny, deny, and don’t call back
my world’s on fire and you lit the match…
deny, deny, deny, and don’t call back
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4. |
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wrote you a song that i think you might like just to
see if you’d listen to me one more time
ghost me, that’s fine, i’m sure i’ll turn out better
but at least spell my fuckin name right when you use it
worked for two years to get my name engraved, sure as
hell didn’t get my parent’s signature on
my field trip slip to the queer fairy minefield
tho i’d bet my mom’s glad i climbed out just a man
back to the point, well that’s always been me
the dream sure does change, but how might the dreamer?
monica belluci and black moonless coffee
iced blonde vanilla lattes don’t feel the same
i’m not a romantic though i’d better start trying
summer hits harder when the text’s on delivered
stuck in a fire but honey, you ain’t light it
been burning since long before you came back around
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5. |
gyro
03:52
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i haven't changed a bit
still fallin for you like a moth to a light
i said that one already
i haven't changed a bit
always bottle my fear in jars, dancing with
violent fire
i haven't changed a bit
still writing the same song a thousand times
the target's different i swear
i haven't changed a bit
let the bottles burst now the jar's ajar and i've
said enough this year
i'm spinning like gears, gears
churnin in a round like gyro, gyro
every single one of my fears, fears
skewers me in half like gyro, gyro
i haven't changed a bit
still singing along to your shared songs
sinatra through my room
i haven't changed a bit
said i'd learn a little bit about meditation
but the tab became inactive
i haven't changed a bit
still reading to far into fractaled words
is it past or is it future?
i haven't changed a bit
still fallin for you like a moth to a light
i said that one already
i'm spinning like gears, gears
churnin in a round like gyro, gyro
every single one of my fears, fears
skewers me in half like gyro, gyro
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6. |
am i?
03:28
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am i wrong for that?
am i wrong for dreaming and wanting you that bad?
am i cruel for this?
am i cruel for dreaming of a little more than what we had?
am i the one to blame?
did i really scare you away, no looking back?
was it you, or me?
you said it was you, but the man in the mirror won’t stop yelling at me
am I lookin good?
am I feelin good?
am i out of room to change?
am I lookin good?
am I feelin good?
i've changed a bit, but have i changed enough
am i doin this right?
spent a year or two makin this shit sound alright
am i satisfied?
if its all or nothing at all, then i’ll stay in bed
am I lookin good?
am I feelin good?
am i out of room to change?
am I lookin good?
am I feelin good?
i've changed a bit, but have i changed enough
i'm not waking up
i'm not waking up
i'll never wake up
after a certain amount of time, you become what you hate
and boy i'm startin to really grow into what i think is myself
so while you're sitting outside, lookin', feelin' alright
i'll be fast asleep inside
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7. |
outro
00:53
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