You left your cardigan here with me
Before you went back home to sleep
You made me twirl and said it suits me,
I could have it now to keep.
We made a trade of little sundries,
Binder clips and business cards
Although it seemed a little early
To be reaping the rewards.
Now I’m not old or wise,
I’m just a pair of eyes
But you could be a bit more organised.
You stumble on the line
between what’s yours and mine
And do you always leave your things behind?
Damn,
You should put some labels on ‘em
That way you can always know
You should put some labels on ‘em
Then you’ll know where things should go
All my Virgos love their labels,
They keep the boundaries crystal clear
So you should put some labels on ‘em,
Put some labels on your clothes, cuz I can’t fit them all here.
You left another shirt at my place,
A button-down that’s long and black
I wonder when you leave your shit here
If it means you’re coming back.
I fear I’m headed for a meltdown,
That I’ll do something immature.
Til I breath deep and I remind myself
Everything I know for sure:
The night we had was fire
It brought me higher and higher
My common sense is clouded with discharge
I know this much is real:
I’d borrow beg and steal
To have you and the way you make me feel.
Babe,
We should put a label on it
That way I can always know
We should put a label on it
Then I won’t cry when you go
All my gurlfriends love their labels,
They keep the boundaries crystal clear
So we should put a label on it,
Put a label on this thing to ruin its veneer.
Oh no, no don’t, don’t you treat me like another drunk mistake
Don’t you tell me all the things you made me want were fake
Tell me that there’s more to all of this than how you make me feel
Cuz now it feels like
All I am to you are the things you take,
And that’s my role:
A wallet, a bottle, a hole.
Now you put out the fires
You play to my desires
A tower of promises owned by offshore buyers:
You won’t do that again, your eyes are opening
To how profoundly cocked up you have been...
...Bullshit.
You can put a label on it
You can say you’re self aware
You can put a label on it
You can hide your problems but you can’t hide how little you care
I can put a label on it
I can write and I can read
I can see we’re getting nowhere
I will wait a million nights and never get the things I need
I can put a label on it
Oh my gosh I think I’ve got it,
I know what we’re called:
We’re fucking
and that’s all. That's all...
credits
from HOT DADS,
released November 22, 2019
Emma Cava - acoustic guitar, lead and background vocals
James Atin-Godden: electric guitar, bass, background vocals
Bob Bit - drums
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