1. |
Bagel Fruit Water
01:46
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My body is a temple, but I treat it like my neighbor’s house
All boarded up and completely worn down
My body is a temple, but I treat it like my neighbor’s house
All boarded up and completely worn down
No one has been allowed entry
Since at least two thousand fifteen
Declared unfit for occupancy
No one has been allowed entry
Since at least two thousand fifteen
Declared unfit for occupancy
No one has been allowed entry
Someone please give me what I need
Bagel, fruit, and water
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2. |
I'd Rather Not (Yeah)
02:46
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I’d rather not go to work today
But I really need to get paid
My boss will yell at me if I’m late
“You’re fired!” -- Again?
Yeah
I’d rather not leave the house today
There’s nothing out there for me anyway
I just wanna stay home and play
My songs with my friends -- “That’s me!”
Yeah
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3. |
User Error
02:10
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I get so tired I can’t sleep
I get so nervous I can’t eat
I try to grin and bare my teeth,
But I’ve become more wolf than sheep
We’re fighting again
Was it something I said?
Another insensitive attempt
We’re fighting again
Was it something I said or didn’t say?
That made you turn and walk away
That made me turn and
We’re fighting again
But it’s all in my head
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4. |
Simmering
03:18
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I was never very good at writing fiction
Every damn thing becomes about me eventually
You wear your tears like jewelry
Glimmering, catching the light reflecting
Or a badge of courage, a particle of proof
That for a brief moment a feeling pushed through
A pot of grief simmering
On the surface of your chest
Any little burst of heat
Sends you boiling over the edge
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5. |
$5
02:47
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I think you make my coffee better than I do now,
But my cup is empty
All I need is you and me and five bucks
All I need, all I need, is you and me and five bucks
Do you mind if I get into the shower?
Do you mind if I stand in there for hours?
Do you mind if I stay in bed all day?
Do you mind if I try to sleep it away?
Do you mind if I get into the shower?
Do you mind if I stand in there for hours?
Do you mind if I stay in bed all day?
Do you mind if I try to sleep it away?
If you don’t mind, I’m gonna get into the shower
I won’t take long -- I’ll be ready in half an hour
And we can go outside and grab a cup of coffee
I’ve got five bucks, and baby, I’ve got you and me
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6. |
Baptism
02:05
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Spent my last few dollars on subway fare
So I could say, “I’m getting there”
An eternity on the train floor
Damned for passing through your front door
I’m not getting anywhere
No, I’m not getting anywhere
You’re a serpent waiting with baited breath
A traitor who would not repent
Poisonous apple, ultimate temptation
Destroyer of a perfect civilization
No, I’m not getting anywhere
You know I’m not getting anywhere
I’m not better, and I’m not worse
Bound forever to this curse
Tear my body limb from limb
Sew me up in virgin skin
I wanna be born pure again
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7. |
Soft Chokey
01:15
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It’s not that difficult to be a decent person
You somehow made it seem like it’s the hardest thing in the world
I’m happy that you’ve since discovered how to empathize with me
I only wish you knew back then what you know now
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8. |
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From the first glance I knew
There was something about you
And I was stuck like glue
But now it’s plain to see
You’re not the one for me
How could I like someone who loves Morrissey?
I don’t have time for your games
You make me feel insane
Only asking me to stay
The moment I’m ready to walk away
You’re not entitled to my affection
To cure an erection
I won’t sit by like some toy
To be played by a softboy
You don’t care what I’m up to
Till you’re drunk and you are blue
Expecting me to come through
But you must be confused
Because I am not amused
By your shitty tattoos and bad moods and narcissistic attitude
I don’t have time for your games
You make me feel insane
Only asking me to stay
The moment I’m ready to walk away
You’re not entitled to my affection
To cure an erection
I won’t sit by like some toy
To be played by a softboy
At your hand I’ve suffered plenty of little deaths
But none of them, no none of them, were anything special
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9. |
Dozing Driver Hits Pole
01:31
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I had a dream I burned down buildings from the inside
I woke up panicked to be late for work
My cat was coughing on the floor beside me
I pet his chin until he started to purr
I don’t know what is going on inside me
I get caught up inside these bad dreams
I don’t know what is going on inside me
I’m getting stuck
I don’t know what is going on inside me
I get caught up inside these bad dreams
I don’t know what is going on inside me
I’m getting stuck, I’m getting stuck
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10. |
Man, It's A Hot One
03:01
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I buzzed my head in August and blamed it on the heat
I buzzed my head in August and blamed it on
The weather, my mood affected
The hair tie too small to hold
Eighty miles per hour
The broken AC in the van
Two weeks away from home
The pool of sweat on my neck
A needed new sense of self
Getting a grip
Getting a grip
Getting a grip
Getting a grip
I buzzed my head in August and blamed it on the heat
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11. |
Threnody
02:00
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I don’t know anyone who knew you
So I don’t know how to talk about you
Hear me, why don’t you hear me?
I keep yelling until my ears bleed
And I keep screaming until I can’t speak
Kill me, why won’t you kill me?
How to walk through that house again?
When you won’t be at the kitchen table
Eating dinner, miserable
Coming home late from a job you hate
When you won’t burst right into my bedroom
Fourteen outfits, a new perfume
A fight you lose ‘cause you could never choose
What I’d give to run up the hill and lay by the water that
Jesus would have walked on as we breathed in the whole world and breathed out ourselves
I am, I am, I am alone
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12. |
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Scratch the bite till it scabs
Pick the scab till it scars
Take a look at the mark
Wonder why you choose to make a bad thing worse
Scratch the bite till it scabs
Pick the scab till it scars
Take a look at the mark
Wonder why you choose to make a bad thing worse
Scratch the bite till it scabs
Pick the scab till it scars
Take a look at the mark
Wonder why you choose to make a bad thing worse
I just wanna feel good
But everything I’m doing
Doesn’t make me feel good
No, nothing that I’m doing
I just wanna feel good
But everything I’m doing
Doesn’t make me feel good
I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad
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