Market Street (Chardonnay, Diamonds, & Me) – Kaonashi
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My decline aged fine like wine My decline aged fine like wine Fermented incidents My decline aged fine My decline aged fine like wine
Fermented incidents cemented in letter grades And missed phone calls Mom leaving voicemails While dad kept his fists balled Look at everything that tough love solved
Sorry I missed your call Sorry I missed your call Sorry I missed your call
Please just let me talk Please just let me talk Please just let me talk
Screaming never helps communication But sometimes being mean lets them know you were nice The whole fucking time I want to find middle ground and you just wanna break it down
My decline aged like fine wine My decline aged like fine wine Fermented incidents My decline aged like
Every time I walk in this house I can feel it The 20 questions I answer like a silent dancer Scared of what my voice tone might show My Expression Express You used to hit the table so hard it would hit my chest You used to scream at me for things that I can never forget And then would tell me to try my best Try my best? My best what? Impression of progression? Development or recovery? Parenting isn’t intimidation Now that’s a part of me
Sorry I missed your call Sorry I missed your call Sorry I missed your call
Please just let me talk Please just let me talk Please just let me talk
Taylor told me she gets out at 9, she works at Amore Nah, her parents said that I could stay over, it’s all good We got in her car and then she took a right And then a left, and then a right at the light then we stopped And we got Checkers and we listened to Coheed and it helped I need someone I need help I’ve got my girl, I’ve got my friend I’ve got so many problems and this large cherry Fanta And I can’t stop crying and now everyone’s getting worried And it’s so damn hard to be weak in front of people And it’s so damn hard for me to actually say what’s wrong
Sorry I missed your call Please just let me talk
I feel so much better on floors and couches Than I do in my own bed Don’t talk to me about blood, or about thickness Or about water or what’s for the best I feel so much better on floors and couches Than I do in my own bed Don’t talk to me about blood, or about thickness Or about water or what’s for the best Cause that shit just don’t apply That’s me dying in the living room That’s me dying in the living room