June 2013
Listen/purchase: Feast of Love by Pity Sex
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So much has changed back home
Since you left without packing all your things
I always drive past your house hoping you’ll be sitting on your porch
And I still smell the smoke on your clothes
And I can still hear those secondhand stories fall off your tongue
It’s just not the same around here without you
Most of the time I feel like you’re in over your head out there
You ran away from the midwest
And traded it in for beaches and east coast sunsets
Don’t take in too much too soon
Keep your chin up out there
Don’t forget where you came from and who cares about you
Whenever you’re missing home, just look at your arm
You’ve got the state lines inked into your forearm
There’s still memories of you pinned on my wall
It’s just not the same around here without you
Most of the time I feel like you’re in over your head out there
You ran away from the midwest
And traded it in for beaches and east coast sunsets
Don’t take in too much too soon
Maybe you’ll be here next year to waste the fall away
Watching the leaves blow across my driveway
And we could listen to American Football or talk about high school
Just like we did the years before
I love you too. Show me your face. And butt.
I’m tired of all these cute people i see that i just want to kiss. Stop.
I am in love with this cover.
I know she’s whispering
Alone and savoring
Life alone tonight
She’s coming out to greet
A world so wont of light
Her first time exposed to
The games and bitter ends
Her last time to feel clean
In broken English she says
“I lost everything
To one boy who said he was mine
He said he’d hold me forever”
Now she’s sitting on my floor
Pulling out her hair to ease
That she’s not sleeping again
Yeah i guess i am.