The Monologue Bombs - Floaters & Empties Lyrics

Crooked smile and tasted teeth
And you’re singed eyes, singing
Slanted & Enchanted to each other in the dark
And streetlamp light was all we were drinking
So as the tendons flex behind the brooms
Of every town’s restaurant floors
Your shirt barely fits and your ghost says forget me
But I keep on remembering more
The mud on my jeans still won’t come clean
And the sink is full of floaters and empties
A couch-length away and closing in
Sometimes I wish you’d never even met me
Up against the cushions and breathing every pore
I’m such a goner sometimes
Ice on the tarpaulin and you took half my coat
Our finest hour up before we knew it was fine
I can’t heal blisters, so don’t even ask
Don’t take me to task with a mile marker passed
And a burgundy bottle, you say, “Let’s give it a rest”
So now I’m moving backward, using half my breath
Well the mud on my jeans will never come clean
And the house is filled with floaters and empties
An armrest away and closing in
Sometimes I wish you’d never even met me
We’re so done for, darling Nikki

Crooked smile and tasted teeth
And you’re singed eyes, singing
Slanted & Enchanted to each other in the dark
And streetlamp light was all we were drinking
So as the tendons flex behind the brooms
Of every town’s restaurant floors
Your shirt barely fits and your ghost says forget me
But I keep on remembering more
The mud on my jeans still won’t come clean
And the sink is full of floaters and empties
A couch-length away and closing in
Sometimes I wish you’d never even met me
Up against the cushions and breathing every pore
I’m such a goner sometimes
Ice on the tarpaulin and you took half my coat
Our finest hour up before we knew it was fine
I can’t heal blisters, so don’t even ask
Don’t take me to task with a mile marker passed
And a burgundy bottle, you say, “Let’s give it a rest”
So now I’m moving backward, using half my breath
Well the mud on my jeans will never come clean
And the house is filled with floaters and empties
An armrest away and closing in
Sometimes I wish you’d never even met me
We’re so done for, darling Nikki