If you could do anything
You would ruin the best things
You would spoil the ending
You’d dissolve cotton candy
There you are in the rearview
Faking landings on the moon
Here we are in the driveway
I’m deciding which tree to run us into
Oh no, you scratched until I bled
I hope you choke on your own spit in your own bed
Cause I know
I know how it ends
We’re not gonna be friends
In dog years you’re dead
If you could be anything
You would be the worst thing
A dry patch when you’re sledding
And waking up with my lip bleeding
Here we are in the driveway
Deciding I have more to lose
But you should go home to Chicago
And take a long walk off the Navy Pier
Oh no, you scratched until I bled
I hope you choke on your own spit in your own bed
Cause I know
I know how it ends
We’re not gonna be friends
In dog years you’re dead
Alex and Noah do so much with so little and it is so inspiring to hear songs like this fill my room with explosive energy for me and my friends to dance to... I also won this tape in a game of Kahoot with Diet Cig themselves! Note: they absolutely love Fast & Furious 0.0 jason hankins
Sharp, smart lyrics set to ’60s rock melodies, the latest from Daily Worker is the sound of yesterday with a contemporary edge. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 6, 2023
I'm rarely in awe. High Horse set something right in my brain that had been wrong for a while. Unexpected beauty, even in the ugly truths we have to face. modestwriggles