Man, martyrs are boring
They’re always dying for something
That they don’t even get to see go anywhere
Your left hook needs work
I felt my chest sweat
Oh, but you don’t respect me for that
So what does any little comfort mean to me now?
Like hearing my accent out of town
I know you’re not a bottle rocket
But you’re popping off like one
So that’s how I envision you in my mind
A bottle rocket
So what does any little comfort mean to me now?
Tell me, what does any little comfort mean to me now?
Remove yourself from violent times
Violent times characterized by the stupid things
You make up in your mind, like “I respect you”
When I don’t
I don’t respect you, I don’t
credits
from Pop Spirit #1,
released March 16, 2018
Brett: Guitar/vocals/lyrics
Hazel: Everything else
Tim Lindsay: Mastering
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