"Toothpaste" lyrics

You hold the remote
Like you've got some control
Feels like everything's as loud as it goes
These daggers and tropes
Come for your throat
They say nothing's ever fragile as hope

Guess I'm afraid to miss you
With my head straight
Guess I'm afraid to miss the
Pressure of dead weight

You're soaking through your bandaids again
Turning my couch all kinds of colors
Your crimson in my toothpaste again
Yeah, I wish it wasn't windows and rain between us

We check for a pulse
Just like the adults we saw
Pretending to on TV shows
The way that you woke
To hundreds of volts exploding
Matches at the end of your rope
Is it ok to whimper into ashtrays?
Is it ok to miss the pressure of dead weight?

You're soaking through your bandaids again
Turning my couch all kinds of colors
Your crimson in my toothpaste again
Yeah, I wish it wasn't windows and rain between us

You're soaking through your bandaids again
Your crimson in my toothpaste again

You're soaking through your bandaids again
Turning my couch all kinds of colors
Breathing into your blue face again
Yeah, I wish it wasn't windows and rain between us