Sellout from Places, Everyone by Last Full Measure

sentimental songs will always lose
to every kind of drug and national news
my arm is a host for empty words
and in my head a presidential hearse

so take out your needles and let's talk
you tried to smile and that's a lot
what if i told you that was just what i needed
just as good as three kicks to my stomach

tongue in cheek, try to move it toward the center, center, center
so i know what you mean
and if you can push ten numbers, then you're better, better, better
and i won't intervene

i found all my friends as good as dead
forced my face to move in ways it hadn't yet
i fought every reservation when you swore
that you were not a metaphor

• Alternative
• Indie
• acoustic
• alternative rock
• indie rock
• pop
• post-punk
• songwriter
• Philadelphia