I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
He talks about nothing using too many words.
He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs.
She acts her age which is most of her problem.
In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow.
Another Saturday night.
Another fucking shitty Saturday night.
I'm spinning in the next room.
Slurring along to my isolation
At the top of my lungs.
I'm sitting here next to you.
Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done.
I don't want to be anywhere at all.
Here or at my house kicking at the wall.
If home is where the heart is
Then I live in my upper chest.
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different.
And that maybe if we were sober we could explain what this all meant.
But pints of Vodka don't write poetry.
You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies.
But I swear to fuck;
That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more.
And I swear to fuck;
That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor.
Than the words of Kropotkin ever could.
And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could.
I'm puking in the next room.
Sorry about the carpet,
Clean it up or your mom'll be mad.
I'm pretending that I'm too good for you.
So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am.
Better to seem like an asshole,
Than what you are.
The billionth teenage boy with social problems
To plays the guitar.
I'm not sure what I want you to say to me.
But I know the look on your face that I want to see.
If home is where the heart is
Then mine is a cigarette.
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
I'm not you and that's good enough for me.
The only word that I use is fuck,
So you can forget the dictionary.
I can't tell what question you're asking.
I don't care 'cause no is my answer.
Another Saturday night.
Against everything on a Saturday night.
I'm bleeding in the next room.
Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high.
I'm here beating up on you.
'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die.
I don't care that you don't care that I don't care.
The only card game I know is strip solitaire.
If home is where the heart is
Then I got evicted this week.
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs.
She acts her age which is most of her problem.
In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow.
Another Saturday night.
Another fucking shitty Saturday night.
I'm spinning in the next room.
Slurring along to my isolation
At the top of my lungs.
I'm sitting here next to you.
Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done.
I don't want to be anywhere at all.
Here or at my house kicking at the wall.
If home is where the heart is
Then I live in my upper chest.
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different.
And that maybe if we were sober we could explain what this all meant.
But pints of Vodka don't write poetry.
You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies.
But I swear to fuck;
That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more.
And I swear to fuck;
That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor.
Than the words of Kropotkin ever could.
And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could.
I'm puking in the next room.
Sorry about the carpet,
Clean it up or your mom'll be mad.
I'm pretending that I'm too good for you.
So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am.
Better to seem like an asshole,
Than what you are.
The billionth teenage boy with social problems
To plays the guitar.
I'm not sure what I want you to say to me.
But I know the look on your face that I want to see.
If home is where the heart is
Then mine is a cigarette.
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
I'm not you and that's good enough for me.
The only word that I use is fuck,
So you can forget the dictionary.
I can't tell what question you're asking.
I don't care 'cause no is my answer.
Another Saturday night.
Against everything on a Saturday night.
I'm bleeding in the next room.
Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high.
I'm here beating up on you.
'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die.
I don't care that you don't care that I don't care.
The only card game I know is strip solitaire.
If home is where the heart is
Then I got evicted this week.
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
Lyrics submitted by KeasbyKnights, edited by KingQwerty, Mathos22
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"She acts the rage which is most of her problem" should be "She acts her age which is most of her problem" and I'm pretty sure "Than the words of Kurt Vonnegut ever could And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could" should be "Than all the works of Kropotkin ever could Than all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could"
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He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs. Literally talking in circles.
The only card game I know is strip solitaire. The genius of playing a "Strip" based single player card game is funny enough to warrant quoting.
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