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a year ago
02:47
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remember the time i called you up?
it was really late and i was really drunk
i had cut my knee on the curb in south philly
as i was leaving mark's holiday party
time scabbed over my blurry stumble
you said don't touch it
leave it alone
you'll only make it worse
now my skin feels raw like june's first sunburn
when you know that it will hurt later
but it feels so good at the time, ooh
[chorus]
it was a year ago
it was a year ago
it was a year ago
before the cold
before the snow
where else was i supposed to go?
see how the light falls on the floorboards?
they sure look dusty
but i just cleaned
it's better in the dark
like how we see ourselves sometimes
but i can't keep hiding
my closet's full
there's only so much room
i'll keep on scrubbing and reorganizing
but i can save a spot for you
if you need me to, ooh
[chorus]
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2. |
how's the weather?
02:12
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it's been on my mind for a minute now
how things just sorta fizzled out
i know it's too soon, but
hoping one day we can start to figure out
how to talk
how's the weather?
are you feeling any better?
i've been craving
the coffee from our favorite diner
the one you took me to when i was still worth
chasing after
now i make it at home
i'm still wearing your t-shirt
it's unfair to think that i don't hurt
but one of us has gotta be real now
recognize this hasn't been working out
i've been shrinking
losing pieces
of myself
through all these cracks in the floorboards
maybe one day i'll find 'em when the landlord
says i gotta pay
this arbitrary cleaning fee
how's the weather?
are you feeling any better?
i've been craving
the coffee from our favorite diner
the one you took me to when i was still worth
chasing after
now i make it at home
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3. |
bubblegum
02:48
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boy, is this house full of strangers
i rearrange magnets on the refrigerator
i can't remember your name,
but i know i will later
hours after the fact
as i'm lying on my back
was it john or was it jack?
it doesn't even matter
oohhx2
i am held together
by bubblicious bubblegum
so soft, you just chew me up
'til i'm stuck
suck out everything i've got
just until you have had enough
you can spit me out, but
baby, i am not gone
oohhx2
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Tate Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
the bedroom project of singer / songwriter / guitarist, Tate Kamish... transforming everyday experiences into honest, bittersweet, and endearing indie-pop hooks
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