Say Anything - Jiminy lyrics
[Say Anything - Jiminy lyrics]
Get lost in the dead of the night
Where once I lived on Grand Street
Deaf from Chucks on bones crushed white
New Brooklyn bows before me
Soak it all in and let it run deep
Glory in delusion i can picture us
Waltz in the ruins of
This wilted gray contusion
Sometimes, when she’s far and I’m drunk
I clutch her like a compass
Never thought of being anything
But quixotic and self-conscious
Some ache to guide your hand
To pull out of the socket
I’m the cricket that lets you burn
While I smolder in your pocket
You’re in my fat i store you there to keep
Me warm in frigid air i need my smack
You’re in my veins
Free the Jew they kept in chains
I’m suffused with all you are
I’ll always be a bastard star
You’re in my heart you're in my heart
Could it be in our wank of shame
That we’re clutching the same member?
Don’t you ever pretend to smile and
Find you’ve actually done it?
Now you’re informed we kinda run
It and that’s just fine
Plummet beak-first into acid
Washed entitlement
You might just find a socialist feeding off
The fumes of an aging pop-punk vocalist
So destroy our LP if you
Know what’s good for me
So destroy our first LP if you
Know what’s good for me
You’re in my fat i store you there to keep
Me warm in frigid air i need my smack
You’re in my veins
Free the Jew they kept in chains
I’m suffused with all you are
I’ll always be a bastard star
You’re in my heart you're in my heart
Where once I lived on Grand Street
Deaf from Chucks on bones crushed white
New Brooklyn bows before me
Soak it all in and let it run deep
Glory in delusion i can picture us
Waltz in the ruins of
This wilted gray contusion
Sometimes, when she’s far and I’m drunk
I clutch her like a compass
Never thought of being anything
But quixotic and self-conscious
Some ache to guide your hand
To pull out of the socket
I’m the cricket that lets you burn
While I smolder in your pocket
You’re in my fat i store you there to keep
Me warm in frigid air i need my smack
You’re in my veins
Free the Jew they kept in chains
I’m suffused with all you are
I’ll always be a bastard star
You’re in my heart you're in my heart
Could it be in our wank of shame
That we’re clutching the same member?
Don’t you ever pretend to smile and
Find you’ve actually done it?
Now you’re informed we kinda run
It and that’s just fine
Plummet beak-first into acid
Washed entitlement
You might just find a socialist feeding off
The fumes of an aging pop-punk vocalist
So destroy our LP if you
Know what’s good for me
So destroy our first LP if you
Know what’s good for me
You’re in my fat i store you there to keep
Me warm in frigid air i need my smack
You’re in my veins
Free the Jew they kept in chains
I’m suffused with all you are
I’ll always be a bastard star
You’re in my heart you're in my heart