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• Artiste: Brook Pridemore
• Titre: Teeth
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Standing beside myself Watching me drop the ball again You are hopelessly content I am choking to death We were sitting on the bench Where the Green Top used to be Waiting on a message from her majesty Holding tight to one another's hands intermittently And I am standing on the beach where I sleep Trying to wash the smell of you off my teeth I am writing it down while you bleed And I am try to remember to breathe You said, "I wish my life were exciting enough To be filmed in real time." But you walk home the same way every day: Past the burned-out lights of the Trust Company And I am writing my songs on the ripped out pages of Blender magazine Playing my guitar through a matchbox amp and beer-soaked coterie Losing every thought like I lose my mind When you drop the apathy that you hold so well And I am standing on the beach where I sleep Trying to wash the smell of you from my teeth I am writing it down while you bleed And I am try to remember to breathe I know it's only my soul, but I like it I sold my heart and body in the Garden State today I got a postcard from an old-time donut shop in Chicago that says, "I love you, I need you, and baby, I would die for you" And I'm writing my thoughts on the ripped-out pages of Blender magazine Playing my guitar through a matchbox amp and beer-soaked coterie Losing every thought like I lose my mind When you drop the apathy that you hold so well And I am standing on the beach where I sleep Trying to wash the smell of you from my teeth I am writing it down while you bleed And I am try to remember to breathe