from
Last Time I Swear,
released November 18, 2016
Well I’m gonna pack up my bags and I ain’t ever looking back
Gonna gas up my car and hit the road for good
With just a backpack full of clothes and a smile on my face
I’ll smash my fucking cell phone so that shit cannot be traced
I’m feeling out of place
Jesus Christ, I’ve lost my patience for these polite conversations
The kind where you nod your head and feign interest in what was said
We’ll pretend we like each other, pretend that we’re friends
Make plans for next week and we’ll do it all again
Same time, same place
Same feeling of mutual distaste
This boredom’s like a terminal disease that’s festering deep down inside of me
I’d rather grind down my teeth on a slab of concrete or take myself an infected piss
Than continue to live like this
“How are you doing?”
“I’m doing well. How about yourself?”
“About the same. I can’t complain.”
“Well that’s good to hear.”
“How are you doing?”
“I’m doing well. How about yourself?”
“About the same. I can’t complain.”
“Well that’s good to hear.”
And it repeats itself ad nauseam
Until I laugh maniacally
Head straight to the shed
And grab a can of gasoline
I’m starving for excitement
This boredom’s like a terminal disease that’s festering deep down inside of me
I’d rather grind down my teeth on a slab of concrete or take myself an infected piss
Than continue to live like this