Lyrics The Front Bottoms

The Front Bottoms

Swimming Pool

There's comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool

I'm holding my breath for you

There's no doubt in my mind that if you could then you

would try

To crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right

through

There's comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool

I'm holding my breath for you

There's no doubt in my mind that if you could then you

would try

To crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right

through

But I'm a creature of a culture that I create

I'm the last one on the dance floor

As the chandelier gives way

And I am permanently

Preoccupied with your past

I've been around long enough now

To know that the good things never last

They never last.

There's comfort in the silence of a living room

The TV is on for you

Hide in your basement while your house burns down

Your teeth are loose inside of your gums

They will eventually fall out

Follow an orange extension cord under a carpet, to a

closet door

Feeding the black light that will someday make me very,

very, very, very, very rich.

But I'm a creature of a culture that I create

And I'm the last one on the dance floor

As the chandelier gives way

And I am permanently

Preoccupied with your past

I've been around long enough now

To know that the good things never last

They never last.

How low is your self esteem

And how low could it possibly be?

I know, I know you're in love with me

And I've been ignoring you

I will stop cutting my pants into shorts

I will address the issues I cannot ignore

And I will do the things I think you might like

And I will be alone probably the rest of my life

The Boredom is the reason I started swimming, it’s also

the reason I started sinking.

Foreign countries, hardwood floors and trying to sleep

Foreign languages, on all three channels of tv.

I don’t want no drama, or baggage.

Don’t tell me complicated stories, about who you used

to be

but are different and have changed as a person

completely.

And I am not sure that I want any single part of this

any single part of any of this shit.

Cause everybody pays. Everybody's head is in the noose.

Your’e part of the program. get with the program.

cause everybody comes and falls asleep

lies awake pretends to be sleeping.

your’e not even sleeping your’e probably even

listening.

Keep it simple and honest. stop crying your an adult

I could stand up I could man up, it’s just so

convenient to be fragile.

this pain is constant and sharp, watching the signals

that you send.

I wanna feel lethal on the inside, I wanna read

american psycho again.

But I am not sure that I want any single part of this

any single part of any of this shit.

Cause everybody pays. Everybody's head is in the noose.

Your’e part of the program. get with the program.

cause everybody comes and falls asleep

lies awake pretends to be sleeping.

your’e not even sleeping your’e probably even

listening.