Yikes!

Album cover art for "Yikes!" by Dance Gavin Dance

Dance Gavin Dance - Rock, Psychedelic Rock

Yikes!

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[Verse 1: Andrew Wells] There's something in the body buried Prying thoughts are much too scary Deep inside the bones Often left alone There's something I've been keeping in It's overblown and deafening There's something I've been keeping in I feel like I am losing me There's nothing left for me to see I should just fade into nothing Well, I guess life has never been better [Chorus: Jon Mess] Sure, I suck, I laid it up I made a crunch, I wasted love I waited up, my painlеss numb Afraid of love and scared of us Everything I did, I madе it up They ate it up, I'm not enough I made it cut, we're not enough I wasted us, ashamed of us Everything I touch, it turns to dust I played it dumb, then played it up I'm not enough, I made it up I ain't enough, I made it up [Post-Chorus: Jon Mess] And then I go and pack that bowl And then I go back Had a little time wandering in it I think I was blind, I needed a minute I'm old, old Those were the days, no one was us [Verse 2: Andrew Wells & Jon Mess] Clothes are dry I don't need to be liked I don't need to join the fight It's a waste of my time Have you tried empathy? Are problems only yours? You create a different memory instead of grieve Potion in the purse, the birth is in the dirt The worst is yet to lurch into your brain [Bridge: Andrew Wells] Portrait left in ashes Old begets the new I'm so tired of being afraid No choice left to be made now Suicidal objects, inanimate, obtuse Stomp with ceaseless brigades There's no one you can save Oof, yikes [Chorus: Jon Mess] Sure, I suck, I laid it up I made a crunch, I wasted love I waited up, my painless numb Afraid of love and scared of us Everything I did, I made it up They ate it up, I'm not enough I made it cut, we're not enough I wasted us, ashamed of us Everything I touch, it turns to dust I played it dumb, then played it up I'm not enough, I made it up I ain't enough, I made it up [Post-Chorus: Jon Mess] (Birds, bees, birds, bees) And then I go and pack that bowl (Birds, bees, birds, bees) And then I go back (Birds, bees) Had a little time wandering in it (Birds, bees) I think I was blind, I needed a minute (Birds, bees) I'm old, old (Birds, bees) Those were the days, no one was us

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Credits

Writers
  • Will Swan
  • Andrew Wells (Vocalist)
  • Jon Mess
  • Sergio Medina
  • Martin Bianchini
  • Matt Mingus