shellshock from hey witch by guilt mountain

i'ma opt out of every word you've said to me
disappear into the lawn, you know the one
it's just getting green
inner goth mourns the snow and insides
inner goth wears the blackest clothes
inner ear pounds and i won't listen
don't take care of anything anymore

motorcycle drive-by gets us soft inside these roads
winding when i couldn't be alone
saved by the head of humid sloth and then
give me hell about my friends again
you're a summer suck at best, oh

and i heard you're doing fine now
yeah i heard you got divorced
and i heard of all the girls who told you no

when someone slashed your bike tires i did not know what to think
and then i left most rooms when you came in them

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