Am, G, Em, F
I get calls from debt collectors every day
Finally asking me to settle up and pay
Am, (G, Am, F)
What they don't understand is that
I can barely make it through the day
G
Without contemplating the destruction of everything
C, G, Am
I get calls from debt collectors every day
I want to satisfy you, oh I wish there was a way
To break through your walls
And receive everything
That floats through your endless confusing fucking brain
I get calls from debt collectors every day
I always wish it was you, I guess it's not okay
The way you get so close
And then rapidly drift away
As if I was so strong that you'd think I would always stay
I get calls from debt collectors every day
Throw me in jail cause I'll never fucking pay
What they don't understand is that
I can't fucking make it through the day
Without letting my my mind and body slowly waste away
Subsonic Eye combines math rock, dream pop, and guitar sounds borrowed from post-rock for songs that whirl and flurry, but never quite settle. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 15, 2023