I've been talking to my ex-girlfriend
She's been being so cool to me
She told me that she's picking up her cello
Making her place in my Pinkerton dream
But she didn't apologize to me for any of the shit she said
For any of the events which occurred in the heat of her pool shed
I'm not mad, it's just freaky, like the kids who don't get any sleep
Like the real insomniacs who crawl like magnets through the streets
But, I digress, you are an addict
To the grudges under your belt
You watch over me in judgement
From your artwork on my shelf
But she didn't apologize to me for any of the shit she said
For any of the events which occurred in the heat of her pool shed
I'm not mad, it's just freaky, like the kids who don't get any sleep
Like the real insomniacs, who growl like raptors through the streets
I know, I know
I should let go
But I long to see
That empty shell looking back at me
With nothing to hide
Nothing left inside
In any case
Kid in your cage
Let me make you happy, let me in, I swear
I could return each and every curl to your hair
I'd show you just how if I could only get in
And I would open your mind if your skull weren't so thick
credits
from POOL SHED,
track released August 15, 2014
Thank you to Bernie DeLury for the artwork
Original Bass and Guitar writing credits to Rachel Simpson and Tyler Cook (respectively)
Major thanks to Eric McNelis for recording our drums
Huge thanks to Tempur-Pedic mattresses
Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Bob Kessler
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