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Bleach-blonde hair and dark blue eyes
Now charmed with happiness and joy in life
Through drinking nectar of succulent flowers
And burning incense laced with blended powder
All the streetlights guide your way to my home
And through the window to my room
Place your hand on the bark and peel it off
Let it die under your spell
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Succulent, she exceeds in being until the marble presses to her skin
A gentle flower wilts within my hands
Letting go a drop of water drips from their touch nourishing seeds that fall beneath our feet
A charmed path exists in front me
Lush green or desert mirage
Vine lines the trail in which we walk
Her leaves fall from their tepid hands while my eyes rest within their stare
Botanist, you succeed in being until the thorns cling harder to our skin
Camouflaged by richer foliage seeming to glow as if enhanced by their touch
Lingering eyes rest soft upon your reach
The gift of sight cherishes your needs
Misunderstood how you got it now you need it
Will it ever feel the same?
Write down a list of the things you need from me
I gave you patience on top of dried hands
Love is not enough
Black Cat, fear lives inside your arms
While your eyes serve as soil to the flowers of our love
You’re standing here beside me in this garden
Your limbs lined with arms of vine clutching our skin
Love is never enough
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Blue-Eyes White Yeti
03:56
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Arguments inside my head
The weight of which I can’t contain
Pour me to the ground
Into a world I’ve found
These Hallways
Like a mouse’s home inside the walls of my state
How could I have ever painted this as only me
When you reside here too
I truly am infatuated with myself, girl
The forest falls apart inside these eyes
Of your sister that I used to hold in mine
Is she writing to me now or am I truly all alone
Who could say when these voices never refrain
No no
Nobody heard me die except for you
(No one, No one)
No one saw me bending over,
No one held my falling hair,
No one could make out the words sung as I drown above air
Pages of fiction dress us in the finest blue, lucid dreaming
How could I meet them there?
When they don’t even live here now
A ghost inside my head playing tricks on me
While best described and summarized in gender neutral terms
Shaving off birthmarks and documenting little things
It’s all in the self care
Masquerade my body and hold me down, apply the paint
Dye the colors in my eyes to reflect the light I find
Inside the halls of someone else, bpd left on the shelf
Ignored just long enough for us to forget how to cope
Communication, love and trust
Unlearn them all when talking to myself
Nobody’s writing my fucking book
I’ll pour the ink through my own two hands
Take the mask off
Burn the mask off
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Honey Bee
03:10
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Thinking back to last I saw you
I remember that look in your eyes
The air around you felt so green
Sweeten me as you would lemonade
Of all the things that you came here to drink
Citrus juice is not the only thing
Bitterly living inside my veins
I’ll hand feed you apricot
Your tongue lingers as our hands touch
How did you think I’d react
Your hands running down my back
You’re a pear
Pulp lines my tongue as juice slides down my arm to dirt
Your pulp lines my tongue
I’ll hand feed you Apricot
Your tongue lingers as our hands touch
The Bobby Pins in your hair, I’m gonna mess them up real good
You’re a honey Bee drinking from citrus flowers
Sweet honey bee
You don’t know what you do to me
No no
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It’s 2AM and here I am awake while the thoughts in my head seem to have no end
Oooh is the cold air harming you? Cause it’s killing me
Yeah it’s killing me
Oooh is the winter paining you? Cause it’s killing me
Could we sit inside my car for hours?
I hope you know that I’m not your cherry blossom
In the spring I won’t be back, I won’t be back at all
And I’m probably getting (I’m probably getting)
I’m probably getting hard to love
Oh no no no
It’s 3AM and I’m awake awake again to the sound of your voice running through my head
What’d you do to me? What’d I do to you?
Cause I don’t even recognize myself
And I was feeling you
But now I’m feeling blue and I hate every single word I say
Just a year ago I was so in love
I would have sailed all the way to Raftel
What’d you do to me? What’d I do to you?
Cause I don’t recognize our photos, no no no
And all the world seems to fall apart in our love
(Andy Cizek feature)
Save your pleasantries for someone who
Doesn’t know you as well as I do
Cut the bullshit and tell me the truth
Try to understand
That I won’t hold your hand forever
Snow falls and as it blossoms it cures the disease in our words
While the substances that I had used numb the pain they neglect the way that I frame
A flag, no a mantra, yes a phrase, “I love you”
and will you stay with me?
Even if islands I lead to bare sadness, or hardship and weather that we can not withstand within our current condition
And yes we have born this ourselves through intentions of love and sacrifice
Our words may blossom one last time
I hope that you know that I’m not your cherry blossom
In the spring I won’t be back, I won’t be back at all
And I’m probably getting harder and harder to love
No, I know that I’m getting harder and harder to love
If you treat yourself with the love I have for you
And I love myself half as much as I loved you
Then together but apart we can see this through
Now together, from afar we can see this through
I hope that you know that I’m not your cherry blossom
In the spring I won’t be back, I won’t be back at all
And I’m probably getting harder and harder to love
No, I know that I’m getting so much harder, so much harder to love
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