commatose from plastic death by glass beach

i couldn’t even hear you on the phone
we’ve been caught up in a one note monotone
i’ve been living with my head down, comatose
your memory walks as a roving ghost.

tacet alibi,
hold me underwater.
in your sweet embrace
wear me out.

terror at your heels,
whatever makes you feel good.
burning through each hour,
to wait it out.

i couldn’t even hear you on the phone.
we’ve been caught up in a one note monotone.
i’ve been living with my head down, comatose.
your memory walks as a roving ghost.

and when i tried to reach her on the phone,
we got lost in the three note area code.
she was soaked into the carpet and her clothes,
monument to the fear that has taken host.

i couldn’t even hear you.
i couldn’t even hear you.
i couldn’t even hear you.

turn to the left.
turn to the right.
turn to the left.

gold rush
bleeding hole where the coal was.
a raging bull where your soul was.
i love you better when you’re kept in check.
plastic death, plastic death
suck the marrow til there’s nothing left, nothing left
send every message as an SOS, SOS
i love you better when you’re kept in check.

there’s no mystique.
even in death just a cheap pastische.
we’re belly-laughing in the nosebleeds.

plastic death, plastic death
suck the marrow til there’s nothing left, nothing left
send every message as an SOS, SOS
i love you better when you’re plasticine, in stark submission,
trepannation bloodflow.

dawn will glean clouds of bone
let your hatred take control.
in sacred sleep, you will seize
daylight unbound by flesh.

in this light, this gorgeous lie
weathered white, in tempestuous tides
bleeding out in advertising red
couldn’t wait, couldn’t handle all the love to pass through you.

rows of evergreen stand by silent water
all is full of love, all is beautiful.

• Punk
• bedroom pop
• emo
• post-emo
• post-punk
• Seattle