Beach Life-in-death Lyrics & Chords By Car Seat Headrest

Last night I drove to Harper's Ferry and I thought about you
there were signs on the road that warned me of stop signs
the speed limit kept decreasing by ten
as we entered a town about halfway there
it was almost raining at the train station
we put our hoods on our heads at the train station
we threw rocks into the river
the river underneath the train tracks
And when the train came it was so big and powerful
when it came into the little station
I wanted to put my arms around it
but the conductor looked at me funny
so we had to say goodbye and leave
the monopoly board still in the backseat
took that nightmare left turn to get out of town
ran into the decreasing speed limits again
What should I do? Eat breakfast
What should I do? Eat lunch
What should I do? Eat dinner
What should I do? Go to bed
Where can I go? Go to the store
Where can I go? Apply for jobs
Where can I go? Go to a friend's
Where can I go? Go to bed
I wrote beach death when I thought you were taken
I wrote beach funeral when I knew you were taken
I wrote beach fags, well it wasn't about you
but it could've been. well no it couldn't have
I spent a week in Ocean City
and came back to find you were gone
I spent a week in Illinois
and came back to find you were still gone
I pretended I was drunk when I came out to my friends
I never came out to my friends
We were all on S----
and I laughed and changed the subject
she said "what's with this dog motif"
I said "do you have something against
dogs"
I am almost completely soulless
I am incapable of being human
I am incapable of being inhuman
I am living uncontrollably
It should be antidepression
as a friend of mine suggested
because it's not the sadness that hurts you
it's the brain's reaction against it
It's not enough to love the unreal
I am inseparable from the impossible
I I want gravity to stop for me
My soul yearns for a fugitive from the laws of nature
I want a cut scene
I want a cut from your face to my face
I want a cut I want
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I don't want to go insane
I don't want to have schizophrenia
The ocean washed over your grave
Part II
Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you
I woke up and I was trying to kill you
It's been a year since we first met
I don't know if we're boyfriends yet
Do you have any crimes that
we can use to pass the time I'm
running out of drugs to try
We said we hated humans
We wanted to be humans
Get more groceries get eaten get more groceries get eaten get more groceries get eaten
A book of Aubrey Beardsley art
corrupted me in youth
now I'm trapped inside my youth
and you're in love with late-stage youth
Thank god for the little things and and
fuck god that they're little things I am
running out of prayers to sing
And pretty soon you'll find some nice young
satanist with braces and one
capital o significant Other
and you can take him home to your mother and
say ma, this is my brother
We said we hated humans
We wanted to be humans
Get more groceries get eaten get more groceries get eaten get more groceries
Get eaten by the one you love
when they put their lips around you
you can feel their smile from the inside
Part III
Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you
I woke up and I was trying to kill you
Your ears perked up
I perked up when your ears perked up
you were all looking around
and I hoped it was for me
I hoped you were using your sonar systems for me
The ancients saw it coming
you can see that they tried to warn them
in the tales that they told their children
but they fell out of their heads in the morning
They said sex can be frightening
but the children were not listening
and the children cut out everything
except for the kissing and the singing
when they finally found their home
at W--- D----- studios
and then everyone grew up
with their fundamental schemas fucked
but there are lots of fish left in the sea
there are lots of fish in business suits
that talk and walk on human feet
and visit doctors, have weak knees
oh please let me join your cult
I'll paint my face in your colors
You had a real nice face
I had an early death
The ocean washed over your grave
The ocean washed open your grave
(how's your face? How's your body?)
(WE'RE TOO SCARED TO DO SHIT)
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