Dead Weight from Romance Politics by Jo Trumble

Sometimes I pretend to limp for the attention,
But nobody ever says anything, well ain't that a bitch?
I just love the in-betweens,
The foundation underneath,
The person I am, one day, gonna be.

Sometimes I script out fights that never happen,
It's just something that I've done since I left Michigan,
A neurotic symptom of
What these 90's kids become,
When you have to raise your hand before you can speak up.

Don't tell me I'm okay,
There's something left to blame,
I'm not as confident,
As I am on the internet.
So lay on me tonight,
When you give up on life,
And I'll see what I can do,
To make us make it through.

Sometimes I make up facts just for the hell of it,
Probably just so I can feel relevant,
But the one things I can't do, I guess,
Is stay in love with you,
Or so you claim.
Rinse, repeat, again.

Don't tell me I'm okay,
There's something left to blame,
I'm not as confident,
As I am on the internet.
So message me tonight,
When you give up on life,
And I'll see what I can do,
To give up on life with you.

(Can you hear me now?)

I can't play it out,
The future in my head,
It used to be so adamant,
That I pay attention,
And now that I can see,
Who's right in front of me,
Who's right in front of me
Can't fall asleep next to me.

• Alt. Rock
• Alternative
• Jive Turkey
• post-hardcore
• Indianapolis