|Guitar, Vocals:||Tom May|
|Guitar, Vocals:||Greg Barnett|
I am a tiny fly, buzzing around in a field,
somewhere in the overgrowth of your memory,
and at night you wander through, as the image of a former you, searching every nook and every cranny for the form that I am taking.
But “baby, baby I’m right here!”, I try to shout and scream and say, but my darling you just swat, you just swat me away, and in my greatest desperation, I dig deep into your skin, a little itch to keep the thought of me.
But nothing feels good anymore.
I’m at the party in a cloud of nicotine,
exhaled by drunk twenty-somethings,
there’s a couple arguing in the bathroom,
there’s a couple kids just trying to get high,
I try to make my way outside, ‘cause I’ve got to see you tonight, I start pacing then running.
"But baby, baby buzz me in!”, I ring your intercom and say, but you just poke your head through the curtain
and my hearts on the floor.
Like the dead cat in the alley, like the garbage overturned, like the uninviting orgy on top of some dog shit in the yard, I had a life, I thought I had it together,
I thought my house could never burn, but that was before.
Philadelphia-based punk band, The Menzingers will release their sixth studio record Hello Exile on October 4 via Epitaph.
The album arrives as the follow-up to ...