Slanted Afternoon
Amara vara mara vara.
Broken tape confessions encore.
Quinn at the helm.
That eat?
Let's run it back.
Execute. Stumbling through the words when the throat gets tight,
Making such a mess of the quiet night.
Laying on the floor with a tangled cord,
Screaming out a feeling that was locked and stored.
Inside the pink room it's freezing for safety's sweet sake,
While outside on our private land,
the rough edges break!
Your taste, your weight,
your clothes—they're just a random game,
Nobody really cares or even knows your name!
Lâches pas la patate,
even when it's all upset,
We're drowning in the noise without a single shred of regret.
'Cause nobody really cares about the standard line!
In the messy, bleeding static is where the diamonds shine.
Cut your hair off,
break the mold, throw your phone right in the sea,
Living out the Tiguidou philosophy!
With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,
And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race
:) Rule number one: keep your standards a mess,
While looking like a walking,
talking beautiful stress. Catch a flight to nowhere,
start a loud commotion,
Throw your broken heart right into a midnight ocean.
We left the ancient forest for a leaky roof overhead,
Now we scream into our pillows and laugh at what they said.
Words don't always work when you're trying to explain,
Sometimes you just have to sit right down in the rain.
Lâches pas la patate...
let it crack, let it tear!
We hold our messy,
rusted swords up high and let the noise ring out...
'Cause nobody really cares about the standard line!
In the messy, bleeding static
is where the diamonds shine.
Cut your hair off,
break the mold, throw your phone right in the sea,
Living out the Tiguidou philosophy!
With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,
And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :)
Amara vara mara vara...
Lâches pas la patate!
Tiguidou... Captain
Quinn
and the crew, keeping that exact
energy alive forever.