lyrics
My self-esteem is subterranean
Mostly liquid, barely breathin’ in
Gettin’ lost in the intellect
Sinking slowly from the self neglect
And the parties where my friends will be
A sense of dread will envelop me
I cannot go, no I cannot see
You so casually fine, so fancy free
So wrong, so new
So young, so blue
So bold, so true
So sick of you
My skin is melted and my brain exposed
Cover the blood stains with some brand new clothes
I feel so pretty, disregard the facts
Pick up, rinse off my guts, they’re still intact
So wrong, so new
So young, so blue
So bold, so true
So sick of you
Cinderella has one shoe
Long John Silver has one too
Harold Lloyd doesn’t know what to do
Jacques Tati doesn’t have a clue
The black wind howls, what else is new (can’t jump back, can’t pull through)
Contemplate love and hate tattoos (can’t look down, can’t undo)
My interest wanes and accrues (can’t deny, can’t argue)
Guilt is all I have of you (can’t resign, can’t renew)
The panic will subside
As the pain starts to divide
Allow yourself all you were denied
Put down roots in your insides
So wrong, so new
So young, so blue
So bold, so true
So sick of you
credits
from
Long Live The Loser,
released February 16, 2024
Lead vocals
Kali Fontecchio
Additional vocals
Eric W. Palmer
Lead guitar
Michael James Adams
E-bow
Toshi Kasai
Guitar
Kali Fontecchio
Bass guitar
Eric W. Palmer
Drums
Paul Christensen
Synth
Toshi Kasai
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