Hostage Life - Carbon Heart Radio Or $80 Haircut lyrics

rate me

I wear my heart on my record sleeve

for the toes I’ve crushed, no apologies

what I’m sweating over is all that counts

there’s bigger things than my rent for this couch

I’m talking loss, I’m talking poetry

not just a quest for celebrity

don’t trust me until I’m comfortable

because I will stab your heart if it’s profitable

I’m saying, ”girl, your crying has got me so inspired,

but can you keep it down so I can hear the amplifier over you?”

if I could I wouldn’t sign my name

oh shit, darling, you’re still in the frame

I’m built to rage against obscurity and I need no more company

Xerox in stereo

carbon heart radio

a love letter I stole, and rewrote

still, I mean it so

change clothes so I can find a hit

no soul, no style combined with it

all bullshit, phony sentiment

success will mean I found a fit

I’m saying, ”girl, those tears are so damn beautiful”