(Dropping Out) from Parking Lots by Ermine Coat
Tracklist
| 6. | (Dropping Out) | 4:05 |
Lyrics
no where to go and nothing to do there
sitting in the library watching porn on the computer
curled up in bed listening to meat is murder
going nowhere fast
I used to have a job but I quit it
my mother guessed but I wouldn’t admit it
we talk and talk around it like two virgins at a circle pit
no one's gonna dive right in
i tried to shave
i only did one side of my face
i'm on a lot of waiting lists
i wait
i liked him from his forehead to the balls of his feet
but he’s a man in the way a cul-de-sac’s a street
he treats me like he's cooking meat
he pokes around at it then watches TV
“is there a chance the track might bend”
well, the path of least resistance always greets you like a friend
take your hands off the wheel
let the days bend
walk up the stairs
get some fried chicken
total eclipse of the heart was on the station
feels like a permanent vacation
but my feet never leave the ground
you're gonna have to snap out of it
i know i know i know
i'm caught in a trap
i can't get out
because i need you so much lately.
