Indian Ashtray from Pop Song by Ryan Chapin Mach

Dying in the snow - it's soft and slow, you're warm and wet.
I'm settled in - nobody ever told me there was back then,
Now I remember and it's mid-December

You just came around in a West Virginian town, and kept pounding, pounding doors until you held me down.
It's just like it sounds, how it was a cigarette away and now it's an Eliot play in an Indian ashtray.

Let's go in the back room and
I'll try to attack you
We know this, we know better, we know this, we know better
I'm tangled in your necklace and slowly eating breakfast
We know this, we know better, we know better

Fall was all trombones: it was overblown, as I would understate.
And I still hate the football games because I can't let go,
I should have never been home, watching someone else's throne.

But I was late, and April had me hiding from what I hate.
The trees were in love by May, then school was out.
Who's letting me down? What am I lacking?
You wanna know why I'm sad? It's cause I'd rather be happy.

Let's go in the back room and
I'll try to attack you
You know this, you know better, you know this, you know better
I'm tangled in your necklace and slowly eating breakfast
We know this, you know better, I know

• Genre
• Pop
• Gambier