Fuck my therapist, what I need is a liar
Someone to stop me from staring right at the fire
So there’s no smoke in my eyes
Now I’m askin if you’ll jump this fence with me
Make a promise not to look back or tell me what you see
Keep your blinders on or i’ll call you a name
It’s hide, not seek when you’re playing my game
Fuck the platitudes, what I need is some cash
See a guy about a getaway car
Think it’s time we run away and never look back
Windows down, we’ll blow away every scar
So really, will you take this leap with me?
Pinky promise to never tell me what you see
Keep your eyes on the road or I’ll call you a name
It’s hide, not seek when you’re playing my game
And if my body is a vessel, i’ve got no more to hold
But a can of gasoline to set fire to the overflow
We’re out, we’re out, drive away
Don’t turn around, the horizon’s in flames
A trail of scorched earth we’ll leave behind
So lie to me, lie to me, tell me I’m fine
If my body is a vessel, I’ve got no more to hold
But a can of gasoline to set fire to the overflow
So lie to me, lie to me, tell me I’m fine
credits
from cope,
released February 25, 2022
the other stuff: mer rey
bass: chris lane
A sprawling, 25-song set from Pete Yorn complete with covers of Springsteen and The Smiths capture him at his unguarded best. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2020