Gaslit from Future Shit by The Ellevators

ankle biters street fighters
glove box full of dead Bic lighters
your noise is white
spit and spite
I can’t stop feeling all the fleas you put on me

oh shit
no more
gaslit

and you’re and you’re
carrying that torch
a one man super horde
and god I’m bored
sounds
verbs without a noun
vomit out your mouth
and wither on the ground

white diamonds slant rhymin’
deaf and blind in a game of Simon
black n’ blue it’s on you
I can’t stop pickin’ at the scar you left on me

oh fuck
one more
gaslit

and you’re and you’re
carrying that torch
a one man super horde
and god I’m bored
sounds
verbs without a noun
vomit out your mouth
and wither on the ground

still remember
just an echo
cold Chinese
and flat Prosecco
with you
then you ruined it by speaking
yeah you
ruin everything by speaking

you’re
carrying that torch
a one man super horde
and god I’m bored
sounds
verbs without a noun
vomit out your mouth
and wither on the ground
and wither on the ground

• 90's rock
• Rock
• chick rock
• female vocals
• feminist rock
• odd
• pop rock
• score
• Rockville