Kaonashi - Market Street (Chardonnay, Diamonds, & Me) lyrics

My decline aged fine like wine
My decline aged fine like wine
(Fermented incidents) my decline aged fine
My decline aged fine like wine
Fermented incidents cemented in letter grades
And missed phone calls
Mom leaving voicemails while dad
Kept his fists balled
Look at everything that tough love solved

Sorry I missed your call
Sorry I missed your call, I just
Sorry I missed your call, I just
Please just let me talk
Please just let me talk, I just
Please just let me talk

Screaming never helps communication
But sometimes being mean let's them
Know you were nice the whole fucking time
I want to find middle ground and
You just wanna break it down

My decline aged like fine wine
My decline aged like fine wine
(Fermented incidents) my decline aged like

Every time I walk in this house
I can feel it the 20 questions I answer
Like a silent dancer
Scared of what my voice tone might show
My Expression Express

You used to hit the table so
Hard it would hit my chest
You used to scream at me for
Things that I can never forget
And then would tell me to try my best
Try my best? My best what?

Impression of progression?
Development or recovery?
Parenting isn’t intimidation
Now that’s a part of me

Sorry I missed your call
Sorry I missed your call, I just
Sorry I missed your call, I just
Please just let me talk
Please just let me talk, I just
Please just let me talk

"Taylor told me she gets out at 9
She works at Amore
Nah, her parents said that I could
Stay over, it's all good, yeah"

Yeah, we got in her car and
Then she took a right, and then a left
And then a right at the light then
We stopped and we got Checkers
And we listened to Coheed and it helped
I need someone I need help
I’ve got my girl, I’ve got my friend
I’ve got so many problems
And this large cherry Fanta and
I can’t stop crying
And now everyone’s getting worried and
It’s so damn hard
To be weak in front of people
And it’s so damn hard
For me to actually say what’s wrong

Sorry I missed your call
Please just let me talk

I feel so much better on floors and couches
Than I do in my own bed
Don’t talk to me about
Blood, or about thickness
Or about water or what’s for the best
I feel so much better on floors and couches
Than I do in my own bed
Don’t talk to me about
Blood, or about thickness
Or about water or what’s for the best
'cause that shit just don’t apply

That’s me dying in the living room
That’s me dying in the living room