About "The Front Bottoms" album:
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"The Front Bottoms" by The Front Bottoms, which was released in 2011 and consists of 9 songs.
I am washing my hair with soap,
I am sitting down in the shower,
It is this dirty type of clean,
That keeps me trapped in here for hours
Still I scrub and scrub 'til my body bleeds,
Convince myself, I am coming clean,
Forget and ignore who I used to be,
That kid is never coming back
Please fall asleep so I can take pictures of you and hang them in my room
So when I'll wake up I'll be like "Yeah, everything's all right"
You are still here, you are still happy.
You are still smiling and laughing.
You are still the only thing and everything I need in my life
And it goes in, in, out through the mouth
Breathing exercises I will never figure out
So I am running in circles or
Walking in circles or
Crawling in circles or
Come on, give me a break,
What is the point if I stay?
There's not that much I can say,
I never really even knew your mom anyway
And now she's crying in the bathroom,
I'm standing on the back porch for support,
And she is begging you not to cut your hair,
'Cause curly hair don't look good cut short
Legit Tattoo Gun
My head has thoughts,
What a ridiculous place to start
She said "Well how about my chest?
Or more specifically my heart"
Whenever I'm alone or feeling lonely,
I pretend I can play the drums inside my head,
And I am good,
They love these songs,
They love my songs
Looking Like You Just Woke Up
I love to wait,
I love girls with ex- boyfriends that they really aren't over.
And I love new mexico,
I love places I've never been.
I love the idea of places I'll never go.
So I'm swinging like a fist fight concrete colored basement,
Lets keep this clean,
As clean as you like.
And it probably won't get easier,
There is a map in my room,
On the wall of my room,
And I've got big, big plans
But I can see them slippin through,
Almost feel them slipping through,
The palms of my sweaty hands
And I move slow,
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable
I am climbing
Up this mountain
So I can ride my skateboard
Right back down it
At first I am digging
Myself out of this hole
I love your eyes
The way they look
When you're uncomfortable
In coffee mugs, water bottles, and soda cups
And it's clear, as the windows I came through
Are in one of those moods
And I am in one of them too
And it's hard, to communicate, anything
And I will remember that summer
As the summer I was taking steroids
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