Teeth from Pine by Pllush

Talk to me in your sleep
Of all the places you'll go and the people you'll be
I wanna die in your dreams
Please don't talk about me

And I don't know what to think
I'm sick of finding myself at the end of a drink
What use am I to you
If I can't stand on my feet

You keep grinding your teeth
Do me no harm, rip me apart at the seams
I'll steal the pain from your bones
I'll make it mine when you leave

Self destruction to spite your existence
Decompress, beat me into submission
Resolution: a longing for distance
Other side of the bed, a display of indifference

Said you wanted to die, I think I know what you meant
Peace of mind in an empty head

• Alternative
• indie
• indie rock
• San Francisco