My feet are too drunk to remember the steps they know, still they pretend it's a different decade where our style doesn't matter at all. And when I hear that call, I know it won't be my last cause my fridge is full with my native tongue and my gums are so numb. I don't want to go home alone tonight cause it might be the worst thing for me to wake alone in the morning.
Imagine the possibilities: Our shapes could collide, or match up perfectly. Let the fates decide how this night will end up in my room or in the parking lot. This could take awhile, make sure not to sneeze, Oh my god, awhile. At least it's guaranteed.
There's an inviting bed waiting for me and maybe you to rest your willing head, and close your eyes and wake in the morning with little regret.
I can impress you with my knowledge of foreign histories and the geographies of famous deeds and those who achieved them and made them important to you and me, but it won't ever compare tonight.
Could tonight ever stand a chance anyway? Cause it's just a night just like. And who knows, if our feet aren't too fucked up or stoned to make it home. So let's break some promises with these drunken lips.
Imagine the possibilities: Our shapes could collide, or match up perfectly, this could take awhile, or you might be easy, and you might be the one to take my pants off me and place me on my side, so I don't end up like John Bonham tonight.
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024