Chumped - Joyce Manor

Some salty stoned night

You cut up your hair bad again

And so you cough up a fake smile

And hate to be photographed skin

Now I’m feeling chumped on the bus

Left out of breath out of touch

Fixed gear, this frat boy who won’t lend an ear

Why should he bother his father’s career?

Feeling hopeful and helpless

Talking shit all the same

Do you keep having nightmares

About the old gang

Or when I keep reminding

Myself this will pass

But myself keeps reminding me

It will come back

Some salty stoned night

Some salty stoned night

Some salty stoned night

You cut up your hair bad again