I'm eating dinner alone.
I'm writing face down on the table.
Crossing vowels spilling over consonants.
I'm waiting hungry like a drone for something worth moving for.
Why am I so still, so shrill? Why can't I show what I'm made of?
Dirty socks fill my drawers.
Empty glasses provide company.
I make this mess so I can lift my hands for the inclination.
I've had enough of the heat.
I want to wear my coat again.
How can I erase what I have misplaced?
I am so glad that you are not around.
I am sleeping alone.
To the sound of war drums.
And the voice in my head speaking in third person.
I seem more so like a dream but I can't get it right.
I rewrite over and over and over.
Why can't I just fall in your line?
Why can't I just see that light?
Cause I don't believe in war or god or poetic ammunition.
I've had enough of the heat.
I want to wear my coat again.
How can I erase what I have misplaced?
I am so glad that you are not around.
I'm so fucking sick of exit signs.
Kevin slow down this is my exit.
I just want to be no one else but me
Cause I am too proud to take advantage of your privileges.
Your privileges. I just want to be no one else but me cause I am too proud to take advantage of your privileges.
Your privileges. I just want to be no one else but me cause I am too proud to eat another meal alone.
I'm writing face down on the table.
Crossing vowels spilling over consonants.
credits
from Say Hello,
released November 16, 2010
Scott Ayotte-Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drums.
Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr
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