Beach Slang
get lost
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I wear your scars on my knuckles, baby, to keep you soft.
It's not like us to be given things.
We ain't got much.
This city sleeps in a pattern of broken junk,
but nights like this, it don't matter.
All this dirty fun.
We'll grow high not up.
These books and bars and this honesty, they're all I've got.
We drive on drugs, feeling everything until we get lost.
This city sleeps in a pattern of broken junk, but nights like this, it don't matter.
All this dirty fun.
We'll grow high not up.
I watch your palm hug your guitar.
It buzzes like a bomb.
I hardly talk.
My lips are carved with lust and clumsy thoughts.
Who called the cops?
Whatever.
We'll never get caught.
- Album:
- A Loud Bash Of Teenage Feelings
- Broken Thrills
- The Things We Do To Find People Who Feel Like Us
- Here, I Made This For You
- Polyvinyl Plays Polyvinyl
- Atom Bomb
- Young & Alive
- Bad Art & Weirdo Ideas
- Big Scary Monsters 2015 Sampler (Class of 2015)
- Big Scary Monsters (Sampler)
- Strength In Weakness
- Who Would Ever Want Anything So Broken?
- Here, I Made This for You (Beach Slang Mixtape, Vol. 1)
- Punks In A Disco Bar
- 2016 Sampler
- We Were Babies & We Were Dirtbags
- We Were Babies & We Were Dirtbags (Quiet Slang)
- Everything Matters But No One Is Listening (Quiet Slang)
- Everything Matters But No One Is Listening
- Thirteen (Quiet Slang)