Recycling - Pinegrove

rolling on his back like an ocelot

crawling on his stomach you make the lids stick together

nothing really bugs me out

nothing really bugs me

tightening the slack on the millimeter tape

trudging through your stomach i make the walls split forever

nothing really bugs me out

nothing really bugs me

anymore anymore anymore anymore

i’ve had enough

now we’re on the same page

now we’re on the same page!

circling the gap like you don’t know what you hold

drying out my knuckles you tucked it between the fold

nothing really bugs me out

nothing really bugs me

recycling the cans at the center by the boxcars

we’ve been carving little symbols in the bark

nothing really bugs me out

nothing really bugs me

out

so let it go:

there’s nothing I could tell you

that you don’t already know!