Patrick, You're So Depressing
from The Worst Of: Volume II (Beneath The Escape From The Conquest Of The Battle For The Rise Of The Dawn Of The War Of The Planet Of The Thombie) by PlasticBag FaceMask
lyrics
PATRICK: Look me in the eyes. My reflection dances across your face. I see you all the time, but you don't even remember my name. I want nothing more than to fall through you and feel your salt surrounding my body.
JACOB: Swimming through stars, we sail through nebula. Casting out bright orbs of hope, we explore.
P: I long for your touch. But every breeze through your curls breaks me down piece by piece. And I'm left with longing agony. You bite your lip; I bite my tongue.
J: Black holes will never swallow us. Foundations of lore are from us.
P: The moment I see you, my mind is soothed, rocking back and forth, cradling the world. There's a softness to you. I would dissolve if ever allowed to be cradled in your arms for just a moment. These are the secrets I'd share if you'd only ask.
J: We gaze down at Earth's mountains and oceans, giving its children fear and awe.
P: The way it all looks from here makes my blue moon turn to gold. So take my hand my dear, as we sail through the stars. Finding who we really are.
J: Such a tragedy on a white dwarf's last day. But we can only hope that our young will create their own source of life's beginning.
P: Two elements always tugging, trying to keep each other for themselves. Each day I try to learn more about you. Each day you caress my face and turn the other way. I know there's a depth to you none have ever dared to find. I'd dive deep if you let me. I'd crumble if you left me.
JACOB: Swimming through stars, we sail through nebula. Casting out bright orbs of hope, we explore.
P: I long for your touch. But every breeze through your curls breaks me down piece by piece. And I'm left with longing agony. You bite your lip; I bite my tongue.
J: Black holes will never swallow us. Foundations of lore are from us.
P: The moment I see you, my mind is soothed, rocking back and forth, cradling the world. There's a softness to you. I would dissolve if ever allowed to be cradled in your arms for just a moment. These are the secrets I'd share if you'd only ask.
J: We gaze down at Earth's mountains and oceans, giving its children fear and awe.
P: The way it all looks from here makes my blue moon turn to gold. So take my hand my dear, as we sail through the stars. Finding who we really are.
J: Such a tragedy on a white dwarf's last day. But we can only hope that our young will create their own source of life's beginning.
P: Two elements always tugging, trying to keep each other for themselves. Each day I try to learn more about you. Each day you caress my face and turn the other way. I know there's a depth to you none have ever dared to find. I'd dive deep if you let me. I'd crumble if you left me.
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from The Worst Of: Volume II (Beneath The Escape From The Conquest Of The Battle For The Rise Of The Dawn Of The War Of The Planet Of The Thombie),
released July 27, 2016
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PlasticBag FaceMask Fresno, California
Est. 2008.
Studio band of Patrick Hogan (Time Bomb, Bookburner) and Jacob Lee (Keeper, Elder Devil, Hellish Form, dontcryformeimalreadydead)
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