1. |
Back of My Head
01:52
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There’s a hole in the back of my head
Where you put the magnifying glass up to it
Burn through my cranium
It’s okay, I won’t like what’s in there in a month
There’s a hole in the back of my head
Everything you say drips right back out through it
When I’m old, I hope it finally heals shut
So I can remember who I am for more than a month, a month
I’m driving west into the sunset
The glare is burning my eyes
The lazy, hazy 7:30 summer sun
Is falling from the sky
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2. |
Lavender
03:51
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All my friends are living in the city
They spend all their days pulling out the weeds
But they can’t see me
All my friends are fashioned with rose-tinted
Glasses or goggles whichever suits them best
What will let their eyes rest?
Bits of lavender resting on my eyelashes
Weighing down my eyelids in a haze
Ivy disposition, growing in the cracks
Climbing up your walls and taking up space
Everything in its place
Poison ivy rashes, this is why you don’t
Leave thе house whenevеr I ask
You to go out
Bits of lavender resting on my eyelashes
Weighing down my eyelids in a haze
Bits of lavender resting on my eyelashes
Weighing down my eyelids in a haze
Flowers are growing in my hair
So I’ll pick them out
‘Cause I don’t want them there
Flowers are growing in my hair
So I’ll pick them out
‘Cause I don’t want them there
It’s my own fucking hair
So I’ll shave it off
I’ll do what I want, do what I want
Flowers are growing in my hair
So I’ll pick them out
‘Cause I don’t want them there
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3. |
Ground Me
03:26
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How come
My friends are all having fun?
All around me
Without me
How come
My friends are all having fun?
All around me
Without me
Thousand pound
Weights weighing down
On my chest
To ground me
Ground me
Ground me
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4. |
I Wanna Be Your Tapeworm
03:02
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Can I be your tapeworm?
I’ll follow you wherever you may go
I can live underneath your skin
Until you tell me to hit the road, find a new host
Can I be the parasite
That’s making you lose your mind?
Leave you running and scratching until you find
A way to leave me behind
Or I could be the leech
That your plague doctor prescribed
Worming my way into your heart
Are pseudoscientists your type?
Can I be your tapeworm?
I’ll follow you wherever you may go
I can live underneath your skin
Until you tell me to hit the road, find a new host
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5. |
Bite
03:19
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I bite the hand that feeds gently
I fight my friends, the people who love me
I don’t like the things that used to make me happy
I need to stop wasting my time
I bite the hand that feeds gently
I fight my friends, the people who love me
I don’t like the things that used to make me happy
I look in the mirror and don’t recognize who I see
Nightmares shake me, wake me, I’m sweating through the sheets
I’m waiting for my choices to come back and bite me
I need to stop wasting my time
I need to stop wasting my time
I need to stop wasting my time
I need to stop wasting my time
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6. |
Lightbulbs 2
03:58
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It’s dark in my room
All my lights are burning out
‘Cause I leave them on
Even when I’m gone
It’s dark in my room
All my lights are burning out
‘Cause I leave them on
Even when I’m gone
Lightbulbs burning
I leave them when I’m sleeping in
Lightbulbs burning in my room
Pages turning
Paper cuts still hurting
On the dusty bookshelf in my room
Lightbulbs burning
I leave them when I’m sleeping in
Lightbulbs burning
I leave them when I’m sleeping in
Lightbulbs burning
I leave them when I’m sleeping in
Lightbulbs burning
I leave them when I’m sleeping in
Lightbulbs burning
I leave them when I’m sleeping in
Lightbulbs burning
I leave
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7. |
Acne
06:21
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I am nothing more than the ripped holes in my tights
That’s all you can see through your cold, glass eyes
Peer through my sheer layers, examine me
Try to find any blemish you can see
I’m so sorry that I’m late
I’ve wasted my whole day
Sitting in front of the mirror
And picking at my skin
Under fluorescent lighting
It’s so inviting
There’s no greater sin than vanity
That is, of course, barring murder, theft, and greed
But hypocrisy tastes so sugary sweet
I hope it rots your teeth
I’m so sorry that I’m late
I’ve wasted my whole day
Sitting in front of the mirror
And picking at my skin
Under fluorescent lighting
It’s so inviting
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8. |
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The preacher at the Port Authority
He’s yelling at me to repent
Is my Catholic school uniform
Not good enough for him?
I didn’t think Jesus would come to me
Smelling like piss left on the city streets
I didn’t ask what you think of me
It’s too early for this, leave me be
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Stained red from box hair dye
And the subway platform shakes beneath my feet
And I see hell on the other side
I didn’t think Jesus would come to me
Smelling like piss left on the city streets
I didn’t ask what you think of me
It’s too early for this, leave me be
Stand clear of the closing doors
Stand clear, the end is near
Stand clear of the closing doors
Stand clear
I didn’t think Jesus would come to me
Smelling like piss left on the city streets
I didn’t ask what you think of me
It’s too early for this, leave me be
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9. |
Dishwasher
04:03
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I wanna have control
I wanna be on my own
I wanna carry all the dirty dishes down from my room
Without being told
All you do is complain about your stupid boyfriend
And I always say he’s a jerk
You don’t care, maybe he’ll change
We’ll make it work, you’ll make it worse
I wanna have control
I wanna be on my own
I wanna carry all the dirty dishes down from my room
Without being told
Do we know how to talk without mentioning other people?
Maybe we’re the problem, maybe we’re the mean ones
Hypocrites anonymous, I’ll catch you at the next one
Daily meetings at lunch
I miss the old me a bunch
I’m turning into a bitch
Maybe even a cunt
And I wish
I wanna have control
I wanna have control
I wanna have control
I wanna be on my own
I wanna carry all the dirty dishes down from my room
I wanna carry all the dirty dishes down from my room
I wanna carry all the dirty dishes down from my room
I wanna carry all the dirty dishes down from my room
Without being told
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10. |
Overgrown
08:25
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Chewing a piece of gum furiously
I bite the inside of my cheek way too hard
I start to bleed
Chewing on my nails when I’m anxious or bored
I thought I didn’t do that anymore
That’s the old me
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
I spend my days on Google street view
Looking at towns I’ve never been to
Scrutinizing through the screen
That yard is overgrown with weeds
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
I spend my days on Google street view
Looking at towns I’ve never been to
Scrutinizing through the screen
That yard is overgrown with weeds
I spend my days on Google street view
Looking at towns I’ve never been to
Scrutinizing through the screen
That yard is overgrown with weeds
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
I hope that I’m still friends with you
I hope I don’t start to hate all the things the old me used to do
And every song I’ve ever written is shit
And vomit’s dripping through my teeth
I’m feeling nauseous in the backseat
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