You Won't Die

by Good Looking Friends

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released June 3, 2016

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Track Name: Gritty Bed Stuy
You know that you won't die
from the little bit of pesticides
that let you feel your best inside
your tiny apartment,
where you're nesting like a mocking bird.

Hydroplaning eyeballs
and a fly bomber jacket
aren't quite enough to justify
gritty life in bed stuy,
so you stitch with a dime store crochet kit
that you bought at
the corner bodega.

You stay inside
because your heart is beating twice as fast
at every awkward eye contact
like each new frown's a cataract
that's growing a deposit in your sight.

But you won't go back to
the treehouse that you came from
you'll never go back to...

You don't know
how little it all means to be involved in the scene.
'Use 'em like a pill, put the paper on the bill.
'Credit card apathy
is growing like a river liner out of me,'
you say it so sweetly. So subtly.
Indigestible.

I know something's coming
I know something's coming
I know i know i know i know i know...

Did you think you deserved it?
Did you think you could stop it?
With your aching heart?
and with your shaking hands?
With your telephone friends?
By getting lost in art?
You're a bleeding heart! You're a bleeding heart!

PTSD and a new personality
Brooklyn Behemoth, be swallowed up by the sea.
Everywhere a cancer, and everyone a dancer
to a tune you can't follow and a pill you can't swallow.

You're a bleeding heart.
Ignoring upturned hands.
Track Name: Dice Game
Come on in, say you love me
as if you know what it means.
Like two babies, no extremes,
say you love me.

And try and keep me like an heirloom
your mother wanted you to have.
We'll get tattoos on our wedding day
so that our skin decomposes at the same rate.

But look at the coward in my eyes,
beware when he begins
to load his pipe and tell his lies
"Outside we'll never win.
Let's get fucked up by forever
fill our days with easy sin
and disconnect the phone lines
wrap our heads with tin!"
He'll peer into your deepest
with a weak and grimming grin:

it's an easy solution
to forget the retribution
descend into this madness
and you can
be
happy
too.

Come on in, sing the nighttime songs,
and we'll make it to today.
Stack a hundred thousand more,
cross our fingers.

People make it better but the world can be mean.
Or maybe it's the other way; we're all in between.
Come on in, say you love me,
say you love me.
Track Name: War Hero
You took a bullet straight
through the chest plate.
Jacket did nothing to help.

Hit for a cause you only half
believed in,
Falling through the beehive,
jumping out of planes.

They sent you home,
innoculate, bereaved sin,
Let loose with secrets that
were too big to keep,

So you made a beeline
for New York City,
found out it's a hard place
to sleep.

They let you out just in time
to spew out your stomach,
your brother left dead in the field.

Your wife let the wheel go,
while she was driving,
marines taught you not to feel real.

When the cancer came up it was boiling oil,
too late for you to get
help you said but I don't believe you.

Why risk the chemo if
you always said it was
better to go out with a bang
a bang
a bang!

They let you out just in time
to spew out your stomach,
your brother left dead in the field.

Your wife let the wheel go,
while she was driving,
marines taught you not to feel real
to feel that
Loneliness a bullet that
never leaves a clean hole,
but you taught them how to beg.

Remembering the alleys,
so drunk in Brooklyn!
We stumbled from the beer hall to the street,

and everyone we meet gets the
sweetest of greetings,
everuone we meet tastes defeat.

We smoke until our lungs collapse,
until you give out,
eyes like two lumps in old milk.

And I will cough with you but I'll wake up in the morning
to hear that you'd passed in the night,
Dreaming about the fight.

They let you out just in time
to spew out your stomach,
your brother left dead in the field.

Your wife let the wheel go,
because you were lyingg,
marines taught you not to feel
not to feel
not to feel...
Track Name: Ballad Type
I never had a chance
to be more, be more than I am.
I'm combative as a stone.

And she was living like a queen,
completely free of insecurity,
what made her leave her throne?

I don't know!

I never had a chance
to be more, be more than one man,
'cuz I'm better by myself.

The things she thought that she could take
Boiled up into her big mistakes,
well, just count them.

She put me under on the table
fixed my bleeding heart and closed mind,
preoccupations with the time,
lacing through my guts

Now, our love, it grows like a tree
upwards and out, longer than her or me,
and always twice as bright,
always twice the light.

So thank you for the brass heart and black lungs
and the hope for rust and dust to settle in
and as cartographers, we'll pinpoint the gutters
find another home for us to meddle in.

The proverbs of you thank you.
The proverbs of you, thank you.
The proverbs of you thank you.
The proverbs of you, thank you.