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losing the lingo1
03:11
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im sitting by myself on the couch in the garage
got my head in a bag cause i drank too much
now im wondering if I can hash it out with god
he says kid I can’t give you a break
just cause you don’t know how much you should take
and I tell him that I didnt even drink that much
he says “clay but its been 4 times this month”
and I say god I think there may be something wrong with me
and he says damn right there is
you gotta figure how to handle your shit
So now I’m sticking to one drink
but I can’t focus on one thing
so Im letting it go
And I can’t hear what they’re saying
but my body is aching
I think I’m losing the lingo
so now Im calling up the doc to get a damn renewal
of the pills that I took when I was back in school
but I can’t make a fucking appointment without this $100 dollar fee
I’ll make excuses so you look at me
then he asks me what is wrong
I try to keep it vague
from my nosebleeds to my stomach aches
I say doc I think there may be something wrong with me
and he says damn right there is
you gotta figure how to handle your shit
now I’m sticking to one drink
but I can’t focus on one thing
so Im letting it go
And I can’t hear what they’re saying
but my body is aching
I think I’m losing the lingo
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2. |
don't fit in (pop song)
02:25
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We stroll up to the party and we scream we don’t fit in
With our blatant lack of style and our ability to sometimes grin
It’s not so much I care about exactly what you think
It is more the fact I wish that we could try to keep this somewhat lowkey
But instead we’ll fuel the fire with our excessive need to drink
In the corner by ourselves, we keep it close to the kitchen sink
I’ll keep my mouth shut so you can’t ever find me out
Like how I’m a…
I’m a sucker for a pop song with a hook
Like you’re a sucker for being an asshole
And every time I’m feeling so far gone I look like I forgot that I didn’t fit in here
Will somebody smile and pretend that their having fun
My eyes are closed and my voice is hoarse
As I scream these words and I play these chords
And I wonder what their thinking as we fuck up every song
We’re smoking cigarettes on your front porch steps
Get in a fight with your weird ass roommate
With our friends downstairs singing Christmas carols
When you just want us to leave
So much for for laying low, well I think they found me out
How I’m a...
I’m a sucker for a pop song with a hook
Like you’re a sucker for a basement party
And every time I’m feeling so far gone I look around but no one’s there
And when its time to go but we cant drive home
We’ll walk around the block till morning
And we’ll spend our time talking
And we’ll spend our time pretending
For if you fail the first time
Try and try again
But what happens if you just dont fit in
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3. |
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you choke me out
in the middle of the party
we are so drunk
i agree a bit half heartedly
my love
will you take me somewhere else
where i dont have to be myself
when the partys over and everyone goes home
and theres nothing left to do but feel alone
will you remember
was it worth it?
well i dont know
we’re in the car
and we’re driving up the coast
to the shack up on the cliff
of some friends u have back home
it is raining
and the lane is getting smaller
my heart is beating faster
and i am pulling over
and you ask me if everythings alrights
and i say yeah this happens to me all the time
is it dangerous
should we change it
well i dont know
now ur gone
and i wish that i was too
but i wanna come and visit
i wanna see your brand new room
but rn its freezing
so ill come out in the summer
when the weathers not so shitty
to see if you still love her
we can walk across the bridge into the city
and talk about how everythings so pretty
how we could live here
maybe someday
i dont know
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4. |
like my father said
03:41
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like my father said its a long life to live
if you'd be a a little patient you can take it all in
but pops what happens in the end when I don't turn out like you did?
so im sorry but im still hoping 4 the best
i found 13 dollars cash in the pocket of my favorite pants
we can buy a cheap 12 pack
from the station where I get my gas
and we can drink em in the park
cause tomorrow i've got a later start and I can worry about all this then
i can open up my mouth if you wanna hear my looming doubts
or i can keep you in mind for the plans i make from time to time
or i can go on about
my life update ive rehearsed so well or I can tell you exactly what you wanna hear
as the time goes on will you tell me if I took too long
or if it will be too late
4 me to try to renegotiate something more useful to do with my time
as our friends look back on the people that they spent time with
will they hold in their laugh or at least try to be nice
for if i were to even try
i can open up my mouth if you wanna hear my looming doubts
or i can keep you in mind for the plans i make from time to time
or i can go on about
my life update ive rehearsed so well or I can tell you exactly what you wanna hear
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5. |
anything good
01:28
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i dont have anything good to say but imma say it anyways
i dont have anything good to play but imma play it anyways
u can tell me all the stories about how ur friends have died
u can tell me all the stories about how u wish that you woulda tried
i wanna be there for you
i dont have anything good to do, no not today
i dont have anything good to make but imma make shit anyways
u can tell me all the stories about all the times you've cried
u can tell me all the stories about how u wish that you woulda tried
i wanna be there for you
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6. |
dipsea
04:29
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if you could tell me what I see
you’d say that your sorry
I know its hard
in the parking lot crying
but at least we are trying
to pull this apart
feeling better is easy
when your here but your mind is somewhere else
give me something to hold to
when your gone and im here all by myself
wondering at all if time will tell
if you could tell me what I see
you’d say that your sorry
but you dont know how
you express that you love me
but I dont have the money right now
sitting with hands in my pockets
ill give you a look when i feel fine
pick u a flower its dying
but at least we are trying
to figure it out
and i wonder if time will tell
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7. |
cope
03:15
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I dont watch the news but i want to
So i could have something better to talk to you about
Id say something smart when you ask me about propositions and taxes and shit
And i be better prepared for all of it
Ill rehearse my lines in the bathroom
But ill spend more time in the backroom alone
I cant tell the difference in the taste but
I can feel the redness in my face from it all
a combination of nerves and mass amounts of alcohol
i broke your old bed frame
and forgot to be afraid
and we’ll walk the 4 blocks home
from the one bar by the square
you turn the tv on
and the bottles is all gone
the coffees in the pot
so go help yourself
the floorboard creeks beneath my feet
by the office up the stairs
i wonder what your thinking bout
as we say the evening prayer
talk of new apartments and a dayjob
till it gets to me and I switches all up
see it in your face when you ask me
I need new shoes is that such a bad thing to say
looking back it doesnt matter anyway
left my backpack at the bar
and my wallet in the car
ride past your boyfriends work
with a blood stain on my wrinkled shirt
i take it by the day
just another way to say
that i really dont know what im doing wrong
theres a new bike lane that just got built
on the road I take on my same commute
it makes me happy for now
so when march does come
and nothings changed
ill come up w another way to cope
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8. |
losing the lingo2
03:32
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same same but different
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bitch lungs San Francisco, California
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