Fred Thomas - Bad Blood lyrics

Bad blood saturating the sheets and the blankets Good god, there are ghosts floating up from the pavement They flip over the houses, blood runs out from the basements In it's unholy flow You remember this whimpering, thick, nauseous feeling From your step-brother chasing you around with a staple gun when you were young It was fun and then suddenly pain became a very real thing Do you remember that feeling? Similarly, this isn't fiction Well, actually mostly it is Or a series of IRL moments cloaked in the vagueness that songs give But when there's nothing to say and you've got to say something f**, I don't even know We pa** on the street and say “hi” cause we have to Even though both of us are clearly just like “I fu*kING HATE YOU” So stilted and silent, not awkward just angry Hey I gotta go, but I'll see you at the show It's that song everybody loves, but the lyrics are garbage And it stresses me out how often you're mentioned It's like everyone we know collectively vomited up a pile of brown sweaters or something and were so impressed with the results That they put them on the wall And I'm so sad you're in my head And I'm so sorry it's so venomous Especially because we've got like maybe four or five words ever spoken between us But I can't heave my heart into my mouth I can't tell you I can't stop you I don't want to This first day of school sh** just seems to keep happening Everybody says “Man, it's so cool. We're so glad you're doing your own thing!” But worse than disdain is colossal indifference The smiles are so big And there's no one at the gig I'm either deep in the woods or on TV for everyone And I know– it's disgusting how much I think about myself in relation to nothing The things that aren't gonna stay just aren't gonna stay Like; I was getting a tooth pulled in the free clinic in Portland in 2007 The dentist turned out to be this dude, a drummer whose band I'd recorded, and somehow that was comforting Then the Novocaine block kicked in It closed up my throat and I was ready to go home Maybe once this record comes out then I can stop drinking That might look good on a press release or something If they even still do those Wait, I'm certain they still do those And then the summer comes and then the fall comes And then the winter comes and then the spring comes And then the summer comes and then the fall comes And then the winter comes and then the spring comes And then the summer comes and then the fall comes And then the winter comes and then the spring comes