fossils from icantfuckingstandmyself ep by Coffee Spit

My heads in the clouds
and it wont stop thundering
i cant hear the sound of
my own voice thundering
hey, hear me out, cause
i can't stop wondering
if you're sitting there, on your bed
there, wondering

is this all there is?
or all that ever was and will be
when we're dead
is this all the time there is?
or will it all still be here
when i'm

told theres a place, theres a time,
where i can ask you all the
places, all the places, they're still
here and so will i be when im dead

the cans, they get recycled,
but our bones, they just get buried in the ground
who's to say that i can't say
that things are better with you around

they'll dig us up like dinosaurs
and hang our bones to see

• Devotional
• emo
• indie
• lo-fi
• noise
• rock
• Virginia