Smithereens from Venture by The Bashful

Smithereens

On the surface you're a shiny, happy, pretty face
Neatly folded, warmly welcome, nothing out of place
But you hide a thousand corners caked in dusty lace
And I'm suffocating searching for some breathing space

And I love you I guess
Though all my intestines are a mess
And I love you it seems
Though daily I'm blown to smithereens

Digging deeper, nothing holding up but silt and sand
I’ve been circling round your planet for a spot to land
But you speak a language I will never understand
And the bombs exploding aren't on the battle plan

And I love you I guess
Though all my intestines are a mess
And I love you it seems
Though daily I'm blown to smithereens

Clinging to that pretty picture in the backyard
Time to let it go
In a civil war you can't be mourning where you are
Muscle up and blow to smithereens

And I love you I guess
Though all my intestines are a mess
And I love you it seems
Though daily I'm blown
And I love you I guess
Though all my synapses are a mess
And I love you it seems
Though daily I’m blown
To smithereens

• dance rock
• matt wolf
• new york city
• pop
• rock
• sam shaber
• smithereens
• stan blackett
• the bashful
• venture
• New York