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Half-Smile
03:39
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I'm sick of waiting
Yet I'm one who hates surprises, she said...
"Do you remember those breathing exercises?"
I mean, the world is burning
Yet people want compromises, she said...
"Maybe try looking at life through other people's eyes"
Well, maybe, I guess....
(Chorus)
So if this is how it ends
Not with a whimper but a bang
I'll have a half-smile on my face
And trembling, shaking hands
Disaster and death
Are steadily approaching, she said
"You could use some mindfulness coaching"
Society's total collapse keeps encroaching
she smiled and said...
"That's the whole reason, the reason for voting!"
The ticking hands on the Doomsday Clock
It's 11:59 and I'm frozen in shock
(Chorus)
So if this is how it ends
Not with a whimper but a bang
I'll have a half-smile on my face
And trembling, shaking hands
If this is how it ends
Not with a whimper but a bang
I'll have a half-smile on my face
And trembling, shaking hands
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Some Kind Of Masochist
04:16
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I had some good news the other day
You just cried and looked the other way
I thought, "damn, what's got you so, so down?"
You're in a perpetual meltdown
You break the glass down into sand
You spat on and shat on a helping hand
(Half-chorus)
Tell me, what do you gain from this?
Are you some kind of masochist?
Someway, somehow I fell into the trap
You spent an hour making me feel like crap
I hoped that talking would put out the fire
But that just wasn't how events transpired
You break the glass down into sand
You spat on and shat on a helping hand
(Full chorus)
Tell me, what do you gain from this?
Are you some kind of masochist?
Don't be your own antagonist
Life is hard enough as it is
What is the moral of this fable?
Who knows?
You're just too mentally unstable
(Full chorus)
Tell me, what do you gain from this?
Are you some kind of masochist?
Don't be your own antagonist
Life is hard enough as it is
Tell me, what do you gain from this?
Are you some kind of masochist?
Don't be your own antagonist
Life is hard enough as it is
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Rom coms make me feel catatonic
Bored and catatonic
They’re just not real to me
Love songs can sound so psychotic
So clingy and psychotic
They’re just not real to me
Chick flicks make my brain dissociated
Numb and nauseated
They’re just not real to me
(Chorus)
A knock on the door and I’m worried
I’m filled with dread and anxiety
But a blissed out joy falls over me
Watching serial killer documentaries
A love slave who stands by their man
Who truly understands
I’ll call you my family
You don’t need rum, coke, or pills
Or to give my head your drill
For me to stay, Jeffrey
You don’t need to bear mother’s sin
You can wear the skin I’m in
Does that sound good, Eddie?
Oh, Jeffrey, oh Eddie, oh Teddy
Come to daddy!
(Chorus)
A knock on the door and I’m worried
I’m filled with dread and anxiety
But a blissed out joy falls over me
Watching serial killer documentaries
A knock on the door and I’m worried
I’m filled with dread and anxiety
But a blissed out joy falls over me
Watching serial killer documentaries
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