Bubble Bursting

By Mat Lee

On Escape Goats

Released on December 1, 2012

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When we first met you know before bubbles bursted

Whip needles behind our back both doing the bursting

Then I burst in cursing the worst men

Like me who gotta try to find that first in

I shoulda coulda woulda no time too busy working

Sure sometimes that shits on purpose

Year after year of being mister at your service

All the while still dealing with these serpents

On the surface cool calm collect

Eyes darting around with every synapse I connect

Searching for that fake piece of perfect

The jerk gets paid just enough to be worthless

Bedrooms grow bored of our bitches

Damn girl we even got the kitty throwing hisses

No love when I’m busy breaking dishes

So fake the good shit or move on with your business

LADADADA

And when I come home to cold empty apartment

Time to depart from the rat race of art it

Falls apart from the cracks in the parts

That’s how it starts now the mansion is ours

Lemme be honest I ain't got no plans

To trip and fall into a whirlwind romance

No chance, too tired to slow dance

Smoke, mirrors, and a couple little programs

Poison when a few of our genes mix

Bones picked clean by this little double helix

Found in the mud over millions of years

Evolve or die no room for the in betweeners

We know best how to hide our fears

Test the poor then stream line their tears

And make love on the backs of those

Who've come before us to tax our shows

So tonight whats on the tv

Another sad story trains sheep when their sleeping

A jaded war cry escapes from lips

So all the fall guys break the whips

My eyes are red my guns are bloodshot

Pin pointy pupils staring at these bad mugshots

Back and forth the have and have nots

Argue over who can slam the slap shots

I shoulda coulda woulda read a book or two and

Put a bigger piece of my heart into the book of me and you

Seeing true blew past the warning signs

On my way to leap off the bridge for the fourteenth time

Tonight lets kill the tv

Hot chop cable till the blood can see me

Seething over sin conceiving

I’m in it to win it to change what your reading

So tonight what's on the tv

Another sad story train sheep when their sleep

A jaded war cry escapes from lips

So all the fall guys break the whips

I shoulda coulda woulda read a book or two and

Put a bigger piece of my heart into the book of me and you

Seeing true blew past the warning signs

On my way to leap off the bridge for the fourteenth time

Tonight lets kill the tv

Hot chop cable till the blood can see me

Seething over sin conceiving

I’m in it to win it to change what your reading

You are, I mean... You are reading?