Your Favourite Band
Your favourite band broke up
They weren't selling enough
You're still holding out hoping that they mighta made it all up
But I don't think they're getting back together
You say I think too much
I say you act too tough
But you're too kind to admit that I don't give you enough
For once I didn't speak for attention
Mother Mary came by
And said that it was my time
But I told her gently I'm not ready to die
I woke up but couldn't scrub her from my mind
Had my deadline postponed
I let my coffee go cold
Catastrophising my mortality at 20 years old
Looking for anything to blame
Pumping all the anodynes they're allowed to prescribe
Stuck on every headline of sensationalised crime
I said something morbid
It was meant to be a joke
But I just choked
I rocked the boat
But as you span your favourite band I found some hope
Mum and dad were stoned
They were walking alone
And placing every footstep like they'd never get home
They didn't wanna be the ones to break the news
There's a bomb in the sea
The news arrived on the breeze
And culpability's assumed with unsettling speed
A squeeze machine
So I looked up in a book
What they said that they took
All of the millions of things that we'd export if we could
Clawing the wool out of my eyes
"It'll all be OK"
Are the words that you'll say
But you'll do it while you dance and tap ash into a tray
And I'll wish I was somewhere else
Playing in my mind
Bleeding into everything defined
Focus on the motion
Shot the president through the windscreen
And we all sing
When the bodies came down
The press were stationed in town
As the rapture spat its victims out we fell to the ground
And you broke down
We're the dust we collect
We fear whatever comes next
And in the silence that is deafening we see its effects
We are only ever killing time
Pumping all the anodynes they're allowed to prescribe
Stuck on every headline of sensationalised crime
I said something morbid
It was meant to be a joke
But I just choked
I rocked the boat
But as you span your favourite band I found some hope
They weren't selling enough
You're still holding out hoping that they mighta made it all up
But I don't think they're getting back together
You say I think too much
I say you act too tough
But you're too kind to admit that I don't give you enough
For once I didn't speak for attention
Mother Mary came by
And said that it was my time
But I told her gently I'm not ready to die
I woke up but couldn't scrub her from my mind
Had my deadline postponed
I let my coffee go cold
Catastrophising my mortality at 20 years old
Looking for anything to blame
Pumping all the anodynes they're allowed to prescribe
Stuck on every headline of sensationalised crime
I said something morbid
It was meant to be a joke
But I just choked
I rocked the boat
But as you span your favourite band I found some hope
Mum and dad were stoned
They were walking alone
And placing every footstep like they'd never get home
They didn't wanna be the ones to break the news
There's a bomb in the sea
The news arrived on the breeze
And culpability's assumed with unsettling speed
A squeeze machine
So I looked up in a book
What they said that they took
All of the millions of things that we'd export if we could
Clawing the wool out of my eyes
"It'll all be OK"
Are the words that you'll say
But you'll do it while you dance and tap ash into a tray
And I'll wish I was somewhere else
Playing in my mind
Bleeding into everything defined
Focus on the motion
Shot the president through the windscreen
And we all sing
When the bodies came down
The press were stationed in town
As the rapture spat its victims out we fell to the ground
And you broke down
We're the dust we collect
We fear whatever comes next
And in the silence that is deafening we see its effects
We are only ever killing time
Pumping all the anodynes they're allowed to prescribe
Stuck on every headline of sensationalised crime
I said something morbid
It was meant to be a joke
But I just choked
I rocked the boat
But as you span your favourite band I found some hope
Credits
Writer(s): Harry Geeves
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