Bethany Drive by Street Sects

BETHANY DRIVE

I guess I shouldn’t be at all surprised
The windshield’s cracked in at least three places
But I can see well enough
to keep between the lines
here on Bethany Drive
this is Hell
Why is attachment so slow to die?
And now your pink crop top
Is just a sweat soaked mop
There’s no bottom
There is no way to turn back the clock
I know you’ve changed the locks by now
But god I would kill to feel you
A four second phone call
A fist through the drywall
A permanent place on your black list of regrets
Yes, this is all my fault
But I’m buried in your backyard
And I’m driving in circles
If somebody holds you down
It’s best to just cut them out
But I’m not giving up just yet
Why don’t you look out your window now
There’s a car that’s slowing down
Headlights fill the room
The curtains start to move
You feel the faintest breath upon your neck
I’m only here because you are
in my fucking house
Here on Bethany Drive
I am the sole occupant
And you are an unwelcome guest
Here on Bethany Drive
I can change your entire life
In the blink of an eye
Here on Bethany Drive
I am not moving out
You are

• Electronic
• Noise
• Punk
• hardcore
• industrial
• sample-based
• Austin