| Song Length |
2:41 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
Lyrics
Gather up this shit around you; throw it out the fucking door.
I never said you were getting younger, just like I never called you a whore!
Crank up your dildo and watch all of your years disappear.
Experiment nothing, this is a disaster. I hope you know you've made me proud.
This silent atmosphere is making me crazy. I never knew silence could sound so loud.
I'm no romantic so bust out a case of cheap beer.
I'm philosophically bankrupt, and my outlook is droll.
Imprisoned by circumstance without parole.
Fondling the nipple of your soul
It's a beautiful day for a rainstorm. Take off your shoes and soak your feet.
Gather up my electrical appliances and throw them out into the street.
Thank God, I can see now. I grew sick of being blind.
Was I too cruel? Was I too kind?
Fondling the nipple of your mind
I only babble when I get nervous or bored.
I must owe you something or you must be out of your gourd.
Maybe I'm dreaming, and if so, may I never wake.
When I told you, you weren't here to speak, you looked at me wide-eyed.
Dragged me up into the bedroom. I was 99% terrified.
I'm constipated with good intentions, as the fault lines of my life slide apart.
Was my screaming stop your queue to start?
Fondling the nipple of my heart
Was my screaming stop your queue to start?
Fondling the nipple of my heart...