Evris by Foster Nothing

Balloon Man--God damn--my inflatable best friend ties a string to my hand and floats us off to higher ground // My gut's filled with helium // The difference is that you don't fear fun // My one true love is myself without a skin rash // You speak in laughing gas // An angel won't speak my tongue // All twisted and breathing out the lung // They get their kicks lighting fire to the wing // They like you better than me, invited to the party, treated like a leach // I'm so high it could blow my mind // I'm delirious // On cloud 9 and treat it like piss // Angel wants to scratch your back, I don't say how stupid that is // It's not worth the risk // Your smile starts to crack a bit // We can see that you're full of shit // You blew up, now you've blown I half // Reality is coming back // It's so funny that I have to laugh before I slit my wrist and face what comes after this...

• DIY
• Punk
• Rock
• goth
• indiepop
• psychadelic
• Seattle