Sweat is:
Justin Smith | Guitar / Vocals
Anthony Rivera | Drums
Tuna Tardugno | Vocals
lyrics
I think I know where you’re coming from
I don’t even know where I’m going
I’ve washed the dust off
The bookshelf is empty
And like a fucking rat, I’m just looking for a wall
Just like a fucking rat, I’m just looking, for a wall
The idea of loyalty to space, creating a place
Living and loving
Unconventional familiarity
Heartbreak in vacancy
Just like the rodents, I’m just looking for a wall
What’s so special about some walls
What’s so special about some shit in boxes
Held captive by memories
And for what?
Dependency on ease
Desperation for familiarity
We’ve got all we need
Find your wall and scream at it
Coming home, wherever that may be
Dependency on familiarity
And like a fucking rat, I’m just looking for a wall
Something to scream at, something to lean on
Something to take the fall
Heartbreak in vacancy
Something they’ll never see
I think I know where you’re coming from
I don’t even know where I’m going
I’ve washed the dust off
The bookshelf is empty
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