Sage Francis - Black Sweatshirt lyrics
[Sage Francis - Black Sweatshirt lyrics]
Tonight I'm in the mood
For some unscheduled affection
Spontaneous combustioni'm playing with
My fire inside
Burning my inner child blackened his skin
To the tint of his sweatshirt
"Heywhen you play with the big boys
You get hurt!"
I used to suck my thumb while
Rubbing silk blankets across my cheek
Until my mom denied me access
I bawled for weeks
We don't speak to this day i came
To terms with my fear and loathing
Now I wear this clothinglike it's an
Extra layer of old skin
Afraid to shedtearsin the fabricfrom years
That I've had it
Found abandoned on the stairs to the attic
Collecting runaway skin
Cellsabsorbing memories
It's been to hell and back
Dragged through the dirt and
Even worn by enemies
Born in the 70's of the 20th century
Making that distinction is for future
Referencein case y'all remember me
And my genesis what's most important
Is to remember this
Women and men are pissed when they kiss
They exchange spit that is venomous
Most of it is affection less
And the affects of
This has us quick to clench a fist
Don't get fancy with your
Paintbrush when you reminisce
I'm sentimental and I miss what used
To be close to me
Or maybe I've just got OCD and
I can't break my old routines
Hopefully I reconcile with
My inseparablewhat lies
Inside from head to toes
Instead of symbolizing clothesidentifying
With outside symbols
Cut out the middle man
But my woobie is in demand
I'm feeling like a kid again
"It protected me from the wind, sea and sand
Sanity was saved from the
Crazy cemetery walks
And every awkward moment spent talking
With the Boogie Man
Manmanaged unconditional comfort as I've
Come to understand
The monsters are under my bed again
The monsters are under my bed again"
Dedicated to the memory of
My Black Sweatshirt
For some unscheduled affection
Spontaneous combustioni'm playing with
My fire inside
Burning my inner child blackened his skin
To the tint of his sweatshirt
"Heywhen you play with the big boys
You get hurt!"
I used to suck my thumb while
Rubbing silk blankets across my cheek
Until my mom denied me access
I bawled for weeks
We don't speak to this day i came
To terms with my fear and loathing
Now I wear this clothinglike it's an
Extra layer of old skin
Afraid to shedtearsin the fabricfrom years
That I've had it
Found abandoned on the stairs to the attic
Collecting runaway skin
Cellsabsorbing memories
It's been to hell and back
Dragged through the dirt and
Even worn by enemies
Born in the 70's of the 20th century
Making that distinction is for future
Referencein case y'all remember me
And my genesis what's most important
Is to remember this
Women and men are pissed when they kiss
They exchange spit that is venomous
Most of it is affection less
And the affects of
This has us quick to clench a fist
Don't get fancy with your
Paintbrush when you reminisce
I'm sentimental and I miss what used
To be close to me
Or maybe I've just got OCD and
I can't break my old routines
Hopefully I reconcile with
My inseparablewhat lies
Inside from head to toes
Instead of symbolizing clothesidentifying
With outside symbols
Cut out the middle man
But my woobie is in demand
I'm feeling like a kid again
"It protected me from the wind, sea and sand
Sanity was saved from the
Crazy cemetery walks
And every awkward moment spent talking
With the Boogie Man
Manmanaged unconditional comfort as I've
Come to understand
The monsters are under my bed again
The monsters are under my bed again"
Dedicated to the memory of
My Black Sweatshirt