Fishtank | Mom Jeans.

Fishtank | Mom Jeans.
Off of their self titled EP from 2014. Reuploaded for higher quality.
All rights belong to Mom Jeans.
Lyrics:
I see the broken glass
through the scratched up lenses
of my knock off ray ban glasses.
They're not even mine
but no one's claimed them yet
so I guess they're mine.
I'm sitting uncomfortable
cause' last year's shorts are now too small
that's thanks to all the weight i've gained
while off to college.
My hands are tied and my lips are sealed.
Apple bongs and washed up songs.
You're the reason why I smoked
and you're the reason why I don't anymore.
You pierced my side with the same needle
that you pierced your ears, you pierced my ears
with a safety pin, but they look just fine.
And you say you're happy,
but you only smile in your instagrams.
It'll take much more than a filter to fool me,
but I'm not sure if this is worth the trouble that's going to cost me but,
then again fuck it I might as well just stay
cause' I am afraid of the monsters inside of my closet
I am still scared of losing, my friends are out cruising without me
and all that I write is confusing
My face is sore on the spot where you slapped me
My days with you are numbered, and that's just fine.
Cause' I'm tired of waiting for you to decide that the moment is right.
But I've tried, and I've tried
to explain how my life got so badly messed up.
Shut up, you just don't give a fuck.
And I know how low your standards can go
And I've got lots to show from your blows to my face
And my nose is still broken, my heart is still cracked,
but this act is just not quite as fun as it used to be.

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Lyric :D
I see the broken glass through the scratched up lenses of my knockoff ray ban glasses
they’re not even mine, but nobody’s claimed them yet so I guess they’re mine
I’m sitting uncomfortable ‘cause last years’s shorts are now to small, that’s thanks to all
the weight I gained while off at college
my hands are tied and my lips are sealed, apple bongs and washed up songs
you’re the reason why I smoked, and you’re the reason why I don’t, anymore
you pierced my side with the same needle that you pierced your ears, you pierced my ears
with a safety pin but they look just fine
you say you’re happy, but you only smile in your Instagrams
it’ll take much more that a filter to fool me
but I’m not sure if this is worth the trouble it’s going to cost me
but then again fuck it, I might as well stay
‘cause I am afraid, of the monsters inside of my closet
I’m still scared of losing my friends are out cruising without me and all that I write is confusing
my face, is sore at the spot where you slapped me my days with you are numbered, and that’s just fine
‘cause I’m tired, of waiting for you to decide
that the moment is right, but I’ve tried and I’ve tried to explain
how my life got so badly messed up
shut up, you just don’t give a fuck and
I know, how low, you standards can go and I’ve
got lots to show from your blows to my face and my nose
is still crooked, my heart is still cracked but this act
is just not quite as fun as it used to be