toyoufromb:

Swimming Pool - by The Front Bottoms

There’s comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool //I’m holding my breath for you //There’s no doubt in my mind that if you could then you would try //To crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right through 

There’s comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool //I’m holding my breath for you //There’s no doubt in my mind that if you could then you would try //To crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right through 

But I’m a creature of a culture that I create //I’m the last one on the dance floor /As the chandelier gives way//And I am permanently//Preoccupied with your past//I’ve been around long enough now//To know that the good things never last//They never last. 

There’s comfort in the silence of a living room//The TV is on for you//Hide in your basement while your house burns down//Your teeth are loose inside of your gums//They will eventually fall out//Follow an orange extension cord under a carpet, to a closet door//Feeding the black light that will someday make me very, very, very, very, very rich

But I’m a creature of a culture that I create//And I’m the last one on the dance floor//As the chandelier gives way//And I am permanently//Preoccupied with your past//I’ve been around long enough now//To know that the good things never last//They never last

How low is your self esteem//And how low could it possibly be?//I know, I know you’re in love with me//And I’ve been ignoring you 

I will stop cutting my pants into shorts//I will address the issues I cannot ignore//And I will do the things I think you might like//And I will be alone probably the rest of my life 

The Boredom is the reason I started swimming, it’s also the reason I started sinking//Foreign countries, hardwood floors and trying to sleep//Foreign languages, on all three channels of tv//I don’t want no drama, or baggage//Don’t tell me complicated stories, about who you used to be//but are different and have changed as a person completely//And I am not sure that I want any single part of this//any single part of any of this shit

Cause everybody pays, everybody’s head is in the noose//You’re part of the program. get with the program//cause everybody comes and falls asleep//lies awake pretends to be sleeping//you’re not even sleeping your’e probably even listening

Keep it simple and honest, stop crying your an adult//I could stand up I could man up, it’s just so convenient to be fragile//this pain is constant and sharp, watching the signals that you send//I wanna feel lethal on the inside, I wanna read american psycho again

But I am not sure that I want any single part of this//any single part of any of this shit//Cause everybody pays, everybody’s head is in the noose//You’re part of the program, get with the program//cause everybody comes and falls asleep//lies awake pretends to be sleeping//you’re not even sleeping your’e probably even listening