Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Untitled , by - Arms Aloft. Song from the album What a Time to Be Barely Alive, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 01.09.2016
Record label: Red Scare
Song language: English
Untitled |
| Call her sweetie |
| Or touch her one more time |
| And I hope she sweetens up your F150's fuel line |
| An embarrassing leap to retaliation |
| But what else can I do? |
| It doesn’t seem like |
| Eye-to-eye here is an option |
| Hope that time tells us that your son |
| Grows up, despite your influence |
| A far better man than you |
| I hope he sees as little of you as I figure |
| You burn down hers with just your words |
| I’ll rip up a rag or two and we’ll fix ourselves a drink |
| When she strikes that match and takes herself back |
| I hope that my hands reek of gasoline |
| If that’s a real man |
| You can’t make one out of me |
| You don’t end up a predator just because you’ve got canine teeth |
| It’s a mindset that you hide behind. |
| tuck away your insecurities |
| Your only boldness is the fat fucking line that anyone can draw between |
| Your deafness to her struggle vs. propensity to hear me |
| Amplification not co-option |
| Safe the foundation, trim the rotten |
| You burn down hers with just your words |
| I’ll rip up a rag or two and we’ll fix ourselves a drink |
| When she strikes that match and takes herself back |
| I hope that my hands reek of gasoline |