Something Soon - Car Seat Headrest

Biting my clothes to keep from screaming

Taking pills to keep from dreaming

I want to break something important

I want to kick my dad in the shins

I was referring to the present in past tense

It was the only way that I could survive it

I want to close my head in the car door

I want to sing this song like I’m dying

Heavy boots on my throat, I need

I need something soon

I need something soon

I can’t talk to my folks, I need

I need something soon

I need something soon

All of my fingers are froze, I need

I need something soon

I need something soon

Only one change of clothes, I need

I need something soon

I need something soon

My head is, my head is, my head is

Stay inside all this winter

Filling out forms from a busted printer

I want to talk like Raymond Carver

(An advertisement cries out)

I want to turn down the goddamn TV

(«He should have gone to Jared’s»)

Binging on the latest sitcom

Feeling guilty every second it’s on

I want to put my foot through a window

(I document my mind loss)

I want to romanticize my headfuck

(Through instruments of wordplay)

Heavy boots on my throat, I need

I need something soon

I need something soon

I can’t talk to my folks, I need

I need something soon

I need something soon

All of my fingers are froze, I need

I need something soon

I need something soon

Only one change of clothes, I need

I need something soon

I need something soon

My head is, my head is, my head is

My head is, my head is, my head is

Let’s burn this house down (x a lot)