Swimming Pool ■ The Front Bottoms ■ The Front Bottoms (2011)
There's comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool I'm holding my breath for you There's no doubt in my mind that if you could then you would try To crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right through But I'm a creature of a culture that I create I'm the last one on the dance floor As the chandelier gives way And I am permanently Preoccupied with your past I've been around long enough now To know that the good things never last They never last












