Side step, deep breaths it's just anesthesia.
Don't be such a diva.
You won't get better soon without this.
Your heads filled up with grenadine and valentines,
sweet sixteens and alibis,
strung out on nicotine and formaldehyde.
You're almost unbearable sometimes.
Bite my lip until it bleeds
and watch me split right down the seams
in two because of you.
Quick death, just like lethal injection.
When you look in my direction.
You're barely capable, I'm useless.
My phones filled up with emails and text messages,
regrettable admonishments, directed at a captive audience.
Pen's not erasable, with one kiss.
Bite my lip until it bleeds
and watch me split right down the seams
in two because of you.
All the words you were saving up for me,
We haven't spoken in a couple weeks,
All the things I wish I didn't hear.
You've got a lot of guts showing up around here.
Bite my lip until it bleeds
and watch me split right down the seams
in two because of you.
credits
from The End of the World,
released January 19, 2015
Colin McDonald - Vocals, Guitar
Colin MacDougall - Guitar
Patrick Logue - Vocals, Guitar
Dan Garrity - Bass
Ryan MacDougall - Drums
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