Asbestine from Deer Friends by The 117s

Tracklist

7.	Asbestine	3:26

Lyrics

Lights on, locked doors
Crying on different floors
Blue tiling, cake crumbs
on hot hands with a cut thumb

She’s sleeping facedown
with her anthem in the background
Low-volume but a riot
to somebody suffering in the quiet

And every wall is shiny clean
Beneath it all, it’s caked with things
asbestine

Know the right words, but say the wrong things
Head hurts, throat stings
And the house shakes as the clash turns
to a red fist on the plaster

So asbestine,
smoke beneath your sleeves
Nothing ever means to be asbestine,
but how can you expect to be clean
residing in the asbestine?