Jeff Rosenstock Pash Rash
I've been doing this for half my years;
I've been mouthing off in bars, trading shame for self-respect
My trajectory is crystal clear
I can see it in the stars that frame the shame above my neck
And the sky is always pitch black
When I sneak away, I only wanna come back and see your face again
I want to listen to The Cribs, my dear, while we make out in your car
Fuck the haters who object -- they've overrated self-respect
The sky is always pitch black when I sneak away
I only wanna come back and see your face again
To see your face again
Not borne on beams from outer space through AMOLED displays
To see your face again
