Butcher Shoppe/////Machine Gun - I Kill Giants

Ride my bike to the place where I’ll spend the night, then the other.

Backwards hat out of fashion, into the light of your brother’s jacket.

Is the air clear?

Are we clear here?

I’m sick of the drugs and the pointless coldness.

It’s overdramatic.

I’d walk you home, if you were up for it

But truth be told--you make me nervous

I’ll hold the door if you’ll let me.

But if chivalry’s dead--I'll go home with my mistake, shake the whole thing off.

Bring myself to wake up when the morning comes.

The butcher shoppe is only a street down.

Machine Gun is chasing Slugs away.

You’re bored as hell, I see you trying on your makeup

But you hate yourself, that’s why you’re lonely when you wake up.

Ride my bike up the hill with the sun in my eyes.

Getting tired.

Sweaty brown hat under a helmet, and into the light of a conversation.

It’s a swift ride down the E line.

I’ll miss you when I’m gone but I won’t miss the fucking incline.

Can’t get the fear of failure off my mind.

You’d tell me if my life was on the line.

Keep telling myself that I’m right this time,

But if it’s all the same,

I’ll fly home with my regrets,

Hope you don’t wake up,

See the spot in my bed

Where I was last month.

Sorry I’m a flake.

Tend to fuck things up.

When you see me take off

You’ll be glad I’m gone.