Bye, Baby from faulty landscape by Ermine Coat
Tracklist
| 7. | Bye, Baby | 3:18 |
Lyrics
When we were younger (not much younger than today), we both needed so much help in really every single way. I wanted to impress you, I googled everything you said. I mean, I really wished you liked me, man; (I wish I didn’t have to guess).
I thought, you could be my mate, you could be the Knox to my Bathgate. You could go knocking all the walls down, and I’d just stumble in your wake. But I was holding on too tightly, and you were holding too well, hey. We were taking everything, but never knew what we could take.
Because: holding on to someone, or holding on to something, when you’re trying just to
hold on to yourself: I put my claws in so tightly
I don’t want to have them anymore, but I feel yours all over me as well.
In my head I’m in your car; in my head I’m always in your car. We used to go abandoned houses and make out by all the glass. You taught me how to steal from self-serve checkouts (swipe brown onions for everything). When you got out of observation, we’d go get onion rings.
We used to tell each other all the things we thought we liked; we used to make each other say the things we’d ‘like to try tonight. We kept pushing at the space between we thought that we could budge; we typed words into each other, but did we ever really touch?
Because: holding on to someone, or holding on to something, when you’re trying just to
hold on to yourself: I put my claws in so tightly
I don’t want to leave the house now anymore, but I feel your fingerprints all inside me as well. Oh ho, oh ho, oh ho, oh…
