los campesinos! // coda: a burn scar in the shape of the sooner state
run the water ‘til it scalds, you know that i’m listening.
pitter-patter runs the shower, hits the bare porcelain.
watch the dirt run down the plughole, hear an echo within.
they described you nude in detail, i knew everything.
an artist’s impression of the manhattan skyline.
and a soon to be burnt scar, in the perfect shape of the sooner state.
i fall to my knees, my piss-soaked jeans.
the first time, the last time, all the times in between.
the first time, the last time, all the times i would have liked there to have been.
i can’t believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea.
i can’t believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea.
i can’t believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea.
(Source: bringingdownthesky)
los campesinos! // coda: a burn scar in the shape of the sooner state
run the water ‘til it scalds, you know that i’m listening.
pitter-patter runs the shower, hits the bare porcelain.
watch the dirt run down the plughole, hear an echo within.
they described you nude in detail, i knew everything.
an artist’s impression of the manhattan skyline.
and a soon to be burnt scar, in the perfect shape of the sooner state.
i fall to my knees, my piss-soaked jeans.
the first time, the last time, all the times in between.
the first time, the last time, all the times i would have liked there to have been.
i can’t believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea.
i can’t believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea.
i can’t believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea.
(Source: bringingdownthesky)
The Post-Punk/New Wave Super Friends - by Butcher Billy
