Meter Squared from Greasy Gears by Robot Civil War

Let my fake tits fall out
Don’t give a fuck anyhow
It’s my room, it's my bed
I’m the lone goddamn citizen

With cables and food strung out
And boxes turned upside down
My brain needs a place to freak out

Anxiety, sobriety
And human fucking decency
Keep them out of these 4 walls
Twenty-five, don’t feel alive
Tired of wanting to die
Everyday, all of the time

Set the timer, watch it count
And peel your ass on off the couch
Need the routine to do anything
Stayed up till three again
Slept in till three again
Good night texts still left unsent

And when it’s time to be a friend
I wouldn’t question for even a second
Use these devices to take you in
And scream about shit, “I don’t know where
to begin”
I want to hold you, play with your hair
Any touch at all to tell you that I care
And maybe someday we’ll meet in the flesh
And maybe someday I won’t be such a
mess

• Alternative
• Punk
• hardcore punk
• punk rock
• queer
• skate punk
• Chicago