Dead from Mistake by Bear on Bear

She died and I am still alive
to mop up other peoples' piss
to mosh away graveyard anxieties, proprieties
to light and burn through every passing whim

There's sickness living in my skin
like everybody I act like nothing's wrong
I'd call the doctor, but insurance is just too expensive
I'd rather hurt than play into that con

There's so much more than we will ever know
still i'm bored, can't we go home now?
There's so much more than we will ever see
fine with me, put a movie on
There's so much more than you will ever say
and it's killing you, hoarding all that blame
There's so much more than all these little fears
and they'll fade, with the passing years

People are unlucky
the cruel math of nature is rigid
and rudderless, our lungs pull air

• Rock
• alt punk
• indie rock
• Austin