here’s a bitter pill that’s just as sweet as you
and i swallow it down with my pride
i know i always bite it, i lied
but i’m dying inside of my own hell
can you just show me the way you use me up
a little bit more than i could recall
call you in a second
if i get the numbers wrong like we’re meant to be
i’m just a cynic in the sense that makes my heart feel like a lie
if we don’t feel the same, i blame myself for you
it’s getting late again
we both know something that we can’t admit
believe in everything i’m fed, so i can hear you smile instead
but i can’t have your pity there’s enough for the both of us
so fuck your therapists, ’cause they just want to feel better
we’re all your masochists for the sake of love
i’m just a cynic in the sense that makes my heart feel like a lie
if we don’t feel the same, i blame myself for you
running out of your love and out of yourself
drown in chemicals just to see it through
if we don’t feel the same, i blame myself for you
i know i always need more than you want me to take
i know it’s fucking worth it if it hurts in the end
the only thing i can’t break are the rules in my head
i don’t want to be fixated, i just want to be fixed
(cross my heart and hope to die a manic pixie death wish)
i’m just a cynic in the sense that makes my heart feel like a lie
if we don’t feel the same, i blame myself for you
running out of your love and out of yourself
drown in chemicals just to see it through
if we don’t feel the same, i blame myself for you.
On “Lost at the Party,” Terry Malts trade their marauding pop-punk for dark, mature pop. The result is their best record to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 31, 2016
A new album of perfect low-key gems from Kim Weldin of Tape Waves' unassuming bedroom pop side project Shiny Times. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 15, 2019