I'm afraid to leave the stoop
What if my face comes off at night
I can't stand this constant pressure
What if I melt when the rain comes down on me
I'll cry alone at night if
Privacy makes me a bigger man
Or maybe I'll drink all of the peroxide
When death seems like a better plan
I was so happy
To be at home again
It's been such a long time
Since I had a fucking friend
Growing up just sucks, yeah
Growing up just sucks
Being 20-something
And not giving a fuck
Growing up just sucks, yeah
Growing up just sucks
Being 20-something
And not giving a fuck
Why won't you leave me the fuck alone
I'm so paranoid that you'll leave me behind
So take me to the garden
Tie me up to the fence post
I'm the stoop kid afraid to leave the stoop
The stoop kid afraid to leave the stoop
I was so happy
To be at home again
It's been such a long time
Since I had a fucking friend
Growing up just sucks, yeah
Growing up just sucks
Being 20-something
And not giving a fuck
Growing up just sucks, yeah
Growing up just sucks
Being 20-something
And not giving a fuck
Let's talk about gas prices
Or maybe the weather
Whatever makes this
Feel less awkward
I put your things inside this box
Except the things that forgot
Like the gifts that
You gave me on my birthday
And nothing is ever as it seems
Maybe that's why I'm living in this dream
And nothing is ever as it seems
Maybe that's why I'm living in this dream
Maybe we can just act like
Last year never happened
Then we don't have to admit
We're so fucking foolish
Like going to parties dressed like Wayne and Garth
From Wayne's World
And having sex
With the headboard ramming against your parent's bedroom wall
And nothing is ever as it seems
Maybe that's why I'm living in this dream
And nothing is ever as it seems
Maybe that's why I'm living in this dream
And I thought you'd always call me baby
And I thought you'd always call me baby
And I thought you'd always call me baby
Well, I thought (I thought)
I thought (I thought)
Wrong
Last night you didn't call
I didn't give a shit at all
I slit my wrists inside the bathroom tub
And drown myself in alcohol
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
Let me be topical
Let me be straight
I remember so clearly
Our very first date
We went to the diner
You ordered pancakes
Nothing felt right
Nothing felt wrong
So I went home and wrote this goddamn song
But your 20 piercings crowned with your hair
Nothing on Earth could ever compare
To the touch of your skin
The light in your eye
God, I'm just happy to be alive
Drinking whiskey
About to leave
Moving away from you
Really saddens me
Break your phone or
Break my heart
Love is hard when you're living
Four states apart
But your 20 piercings crowned with your hair
Nothing on Earth could ever compare
To the touch of your skin
The light in your eye
God, I'm just happy to be alive
I don't know why we talk
I don't know why you care
It's like we're playing
Truth or dare
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
Another Saturday night
I'm just home alone
Higher than a kite
And buried in my phone
Seeing you on your vacation
With your new boyfriend
Happier with him
Like you never were back then
1, 2, 3
I'm alone
I'm alone again
In the cafe
Watching all the pretty faces
I'm alone
I'm alone again
Knowing they will
Never look at me
I'm alone
I'm alone again
Staring blankly
At my TV
And nothing changes
For a thousand years
At all
At all
What's it like to have a trust fund
To not be going hungry
I've been eating ramen
And wearing dirty laundry
Every time I walk past
Your house on my way home
I'm filled with sadness
I'm alone
I'm alone again
In the cafe
Watching all the pretty faces
I'm alone
I'm alone again
Knowing they will
Never look at me
I'm alone
I'm alone again
Staring blankly
At my TV
And nothing changes
For a thousand years
At all
At all
My body hates me
From the cigarettes I've kept dragging
Man this shit's got my skin sagging
When will I get tired of
Hacking up a lung
My body hates
From the liquor it's ingesting
To the liver it's infesting
When will I get tired of
Beating my last buzz
But I can't seem to sleep at night
Without a little pot
Without a little substance
I feel like I am not
That happy guy from high school
So simple and naive
I am not addict
As long as I don't let you see
My body hates me
From enduring all this stress
Man, my mind is a fucking mess
And my number of years
Is becoming less and less
My body hates me
From the nights that I never sleep
How much longer can I keep
Staying awake for a week
Left to weep on the weekends
But I can't seem to sleep at night
Without a little pot
Without a little substance
I feel like I am not
That happy guy from high school
So simple and naive
I am not an addict
As long as I don't let you see
So I'll get fucked
And I'll get fucked
And I won't give a flying fuck
And I'll get fucked
And I'll get fucked
And I won't give a flying fuck
And I'll get fucked
And I'll get fucked
And I won't give a flying fuck
And I'll get fucked
And I'll get fucked
Again
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