A misunderstanding of my own misunderstanding leaves me calm
Cause I ain't gonna run, yes it hurts me but i'm done with the woods
Have you said all you could before you dried up the air with loud heartbeats and breaths?
I am taunted by the essence of the past and promises made for a moment
Stretching their arms past their time and into mine where their presence reeks
And I ain't nothing but a dying bit of skin with a reason to live
And the silence alone is like the silence with you, tension or not
And you speak of my space as if it's not made for two
I ain't nothing now but a dying human being in his shivering skin
There's a verb that's reaching from a sentence almost baring answers
I'm glad the puzzles glitching while my internal one wares down
If you'd been sitting in the field down next to my place you might see me sprinting by barefoot in the freezing cold
Being gazed at by the fools, and it feels so wrong of me to accuse them as I'm walking, frost-bitten, violently abusing my own face
I am the shame of my own race at the first sign of doubt in her tears
And I can't feel a thing but your heart beating so impatiently
My thought process alone still aligns with you
Intention is not why you speak of my space as if it is not made for two
I guess I've just been ignoring all the facts lately
I am the shame of my own race at the first sight of me in her tears
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020