Dad-Punchers

Self-Loathing
Dad Punchers
Self-Loathing

Dad Punchers - Self-Loathing

Wanna smash every mirror in every bathroom of your house, ‘cause you’re ashamed of who’s always lookin’ back. 

Wanna smear mud on every surface reflections bounce off of.

You don’t have to look, you could always live inside.

And that’s why we never looked at you, 'cause the self-loathing never stops and it’s tying you in knots.

Post-Coital Tristesse
Dad Punchers
Post-Coital Tristesse

I found a new home between a neck and a collarbone.
And I’ve hung my photos from the ear lobes.
But this place is always snowed in, it gets claustrophobic and I never know why.
The house you know is crumbling and ceilings are leaking and I never know why.
We’ve got a broken AC, the hinges they creek and I continue to sign the lease.