A few bangers from last night ♥️

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A few bangers from last night ♥️
Chewing Ghosts ■ Dads ■ I'll Be The Tornado (2014)
If you want to be missed you can’t live like this get out while you can, I’ll call when I care Just when you think you’ve dusted off the ghosts, new ones form to take their place Well I’m old enough to know I’ve never been much a fan of the aftertaste There are people that will make you bitter, angry, entirely for the rest of your life, and there are people that will willingly warm your cold bones so you can finally sleep a night I need something new to obsess over I need something new to obsess over
Do You Still Think of Me? ■ Dads ■ I'll Be The Tornado (2014)
I promised I wouldn’t talk about it yet here I am, I can’t get past that summer or the scars you left I stuck around and made plans and took the punches that you swept I broke my own vows cause I thought happiness was based on how long each night you slept Friendship was a four letter word, I couldn’t speak it around you I cut all my ties that year cause I thought it was what I was supposed to do You can’t pick favorites without someone’s feelings getting hurt
There is a chest/of skin, of drawers, with pictures
of waterspouts/coming out from the ocean/and into the mainland
where you once lived/before
when you were younger/before
you learned how to
hope, want, or wish
I will not speak of the crash
cause if it is never spoken of/then history will never know it happened
if it is never written about/then no one can ever read it
if it is never talked about/then no one can ever hear it
do we know the truths of every broken step/only if it's told?
forgotten when it's old/undesired and cold/there is no story to be told
you'll say it'll be just like the old days
but it won't be the fucking old days
no it won't be the fucking old days
only now
with our broken parts/our overused and torn up pieces
will it be better than before?/will it be better than before?
do we thank our practice with others/or will it be tarnished by that exact thought?
will it be better than before?
will it be better than before?
I can still be your deadbeat boyfriend 😘 https://www.instagram.com/p/B4dUA72FTpx/?igshid=i873ggt9vy62
no, were not actually by dads is an incredible song but it makes me ugly cry so much
I need something new to obsess over
there are people in this world who dont like dads the band