Wayward from Hypnagogic Rope by Blowflies

Hair is sticky
Feet bare
You can’t read my eyes because there’s nothing there

Riding a bike
Down to the pond
I tried to go back but it was already gone

I miss the way you would talk to me
Like we were equivalent
‘Cause life is a breeze when you aren’t really living it

But you look the same
Just power washed
You want to come to my room and get your wires crossed

Come and braid my hair
I just cut it short
But I don’t care

Fuck being useful
I’d rather be cool
Isn’t that what we were trying to go for
Back in school

I don’t mind
This attention I get
It still feels like a joke but you know I’ll take it

‘Cause now I’m just another post-millenium blowhard
Who looks like a tramp so they won’t know I’m a retard

I love the way
You’ve got it all figured out
My words sound sane coming out of your mouth

And I’d love to talk it out
But there’s nothing to talk about

Fuck being atrophic
I want to explode
Get caught up in all the bad shit
Or else I’ll never know

Fuck being useful
I’d rather be cool
Isn’t that what we were trying to go for
Back in school

Fuck being atrophic
I want to explode
Get caught up in all the bad shit
Or else I’ll never know

What it’s like to be wayward

• Alternative
• Rock
• alternative rock
• indie rock
• post-hardcore
• Keene