1. |
come on (live)
03:40
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so youre never gonna love me
the way that i want?
twenty four and only just accepted
that ive been a ticking bomb
and im never gonna tell you
the way that i feel
gonna starve it out
until its small enough
to claim it wasnt real
and i can do this for a long time
cause i have had this coming on
for a long time
but youre never gonna get me
to give up on you
proving to myself
i can be miserable
but still entitled too
cut the breaks
get out while you still can
put me off by telling me
you think youll never love
another person
and i can do this for a long time
cause i have had this coming on
for a long time
but im fighting with the voice in
the back of my mind
that tells me i am good enough
for you and im exactly what you like
but im never gonna tell you
cause what if im wrong?
i can shake my heart off
but its my fault
if you stop playing along
and i dont wanna sound crazy
but i think the windows shut
on getting anybody else to love me
so youre never gonna love me
the way that i want?
wish i wasnt proud of how
determined i have been to hold my tongue
and im always gonna need you
like a good nights sleep
and youll never wonder
if you wouldnt have been
better off without me
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2. |
tuesday 10:24 AM (live)
03:05
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3. |
ancient history (live)
02:08
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this is a road that we've been before
i thought you said that we wouldn't come back here
and now i'm asking, boy, if any road goes
all the way out of town or just backwards
'cause i've been fine for a couple years
we only talk out of force of habit
now every turn i take you're blocking traffic
god i'm sick of all this talk like
oh,
ancient history
the more we talk about it,
the more i'm dragging all this dead weight
through
ancient history
you make me feel like i'm out of place
you make me feel like i'm kinda uncaring
you trick my ego into disappearing
all the way until i feel ten years younger
and i've been fine for a couple years
but give an inch and i never get space now
and all i'm hearing when we talk's the way out
i'm not even in the picture
oh,
ancient history
the more we talk about it,
the more i'm dragging all this dead weight
through
ancient history
and i'll be fine when i close my eyes
and I'll be fine when you back the fuck off me
if you won't take me at my word, then trust me
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4. |
proof (live)
04:57
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[1]
i bet on bad luck
dogs that race on broken legs
id rather know i’m losing
than let it take me in
she says "things change all the time"
but i need proof
if its a bad trip
why do you refuse to quit?
why are you running from
your fear of god and government?
she says i look down on life
but that isnt true
[CHORUS]
dont you know i’m never gonna
give you what you think you want
every time i think im better
i cant settle, i shut off
jesus im a decent person
i just dont know where to start
i can give you proof that im not
such a fatalist at heart
oooohhhh
[VERSE 2]
how do you stick around
when all you want is space?
how does your mother always
hear from you on holidays?
how do you keep getting up
when youre getting hurt?
you got a bad hand
baby join the losing team
you either hit back
or you let it make you mean
going colds an easy fix
but it makes it worse
[PRE CHORUS]
dont you know i’m never gonna
give you what you think you want
every time i think im better
i cant settle, i shut off
jesus im a decent person
i just dont know where to start
i can give you proof that im not
such a fatalist at heart
[BRIDGE]
and you never call me out
until the bedroom door is shut
every fight i start
youre on my right
to back me up
arent you gonna
tell me youve had enough?
when will ya say
“hey baby im giving up”?
[VERSE 3]
she said "the leaves fell"
i said "im not going back"
i was a dead end kid
now im the culdesac
go from changing all the time
to i dont wanna change
she says “thats growing up”
i say "where does it end?
you go from staring down the barrel
to staring down the band"
i wanna be just like her
but i cant see past may
[CHORUS]
dont you know i’m never gonna
give you what you think you want
every time you think im better
i cant settle, i shut off
jesus im a decent person
i just dont know where to start
i can give you proof that im not
such a fatalist at heart
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Girls Occurs Los Angeles, California
Carly Besterman and Max Cohen combine forces to revive early-oughts indie rock—by any means necessary.
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girlsoccurs@gmail.com
Artist Portrait and Header Image by Deidra Skye.
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