You make me feel unfinished,
aware that something’s missing,
like I wasn’t designed to be this way.
I feel so complicated and chemically astray,
but should I always say the first thing I want to say?
Maybe it seems cold and cruel to you
but I don’t trust the things I want to do.
When I’m drunk and not making sense, when I’m tired,
my bones ache for something wild.
This time I’ll be satisfied.
I swear to you it’s the last time, oh my…
my sickness that I have come to see as a cure,
that I can’t remember my life before.
We’ve made the same mistakes for years.
Ever since I could breathe, you're the one I believed.
And you’d think I loved the way you eat away at me.
You say the right words to make me sure,
and tell me I’m yours.
I barely blink and I am trapped
between your teeth.
This time I’ll be satisfied.
I swear to you it’s the last time, oh my…
my sickness that I have come to see as a cure,
That I can’t remember my life before.
The same words you said on the first time that we met,
you promise now but haven’t delivered yet.
Missouri crushers wax poetic against a backdrop of post-hardcore guitar heroics, pop-punk vocals, and metalcore rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 22, 2024