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

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

Sorry I missed your call

Please just let me talk

Please just let me talk

Please just let me talk

Screaming never helps communication

But sometimes being mean lets 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

Sorry I missed your call

Please just let me talk

Please just let me talk

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

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