Trampled Songtext

von The Front Bottoms

I'd never done it
Only sold it to a couple of my friends
And now they're telling me that they feel fine
And it's a backwards way of thinking
But it's all that I've got, so I will keep it in the back of my mind
And it's a lonely conversation with a stranger I met
Asking me what I'm gonna do tonight
But I will never sleep again so you can come on over
I bet you're thinking that it worked out fine

And it's a phone call, it says you hate me
And your boyfriend wants to know where I've been
But it's a waste of time, you see, I've lost weight
And my bones are practically sticking through my skin

And it's a question of religion
A question I want answered
An answer that is in myself
But I am absent
And I am hollow
Most of the time I think I'm someone else

But I am bored
Just like a suburb cop
Think what I'm doing's gonna make a difference
And I keep screaming and asking him to stop, but I doubt he will
Because he never listens
And that is all but I cannot complain
Cause it won't, it won't make a difference
You can come over if that is what you decide
And we can both stay up, try to watch the sunrise

And it's a phone call, it says you hate me
And your boyfriend wants to know where I've been
But it's a waste of time, you see, I've lost weight
And my bones are practically sticking through my skin

And it's a question of religion
A question I want answered
An answer that is in myself
But I am absent
And I am hollow
Most of the time I think I'm someone else

But it's a phone call, it says you hate me
(Why do you hate me?)
And your boyfriend, he wants to know we're I've been
But it's a waste of time
You see, I've lost weight
Oh, and my bones are practically stickin, practically stickin, through my skin
Through my skin
Through my skin
Through my skin
(Why do you hate me?)

Oh, but it's a phone call, it says you hate me
And your boyfriend wants to know where I've been
But it's a waste of time, you see, I've lost weight
And my bones are practically sticking through my skin

And it's a question of religion
It's a question I want answered
An answer that is in myself
But I am absent
And I am hollow
Most of the time I think I'm someone else