summerteeth raze it's just a dream i keep having, and it doesn't seem to mean anything. this is how it starts. tuned bells and chiming twelve-string electric guitars, packaged with the assurance that my prayers will never be answered again. as if they ever were. driving out to tecumseh at night, treating ourselves to something sinful and cold, with "when you wake up feeling old" giving us smiles that can't be bought or borrowed. my mouth numb after having a cavity filled. a tender voice telling me what i don't want to hear. fuck fighting loneliness. that sad bastard can stick around. i just want everything to taste like itself again. sing_this_with_me_now, while my dad hits up the instant teller for grocery money: oh, it's tough when love's a weed. it grows inside of me. twenty-three seconds of silence and two hidden tracks. the ashtray that throws me under the bus every time, when i don't even smoke. the spit-soaked microphone grilles and mallet-burnished drum heads. the days time hasn't made me tall enough to see. can you be who you wanna be? 220824 what's it to you? who go blather from