Pillow Fights

by Airman Trout

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Zebulon Westman Love Airman Trout, they put a certain twist on the classic modern emo sound and it makes my UNDIES wet. Favorite track: Coconut County.
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released March 23, 2013



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Airman Trout Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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Track Name: Coconut County
theo: your carpet's your comfort when i can hear
your tears hit the floorboard when i'm not where
you need me to be when you need me to
when we slept on the couch and i got up to leave

pat: you and i give up
on pretending to give a fuck
we're better (than this) and we know it
but is our knowing worth shit

theo: can we sleep at night knowing
we tried our best
or is failure just too hard to swallow
or does it cut deeper knowing
where your best gets us in the end
Track Name: Tom Hanks Funeral March
pat: i'm alive somewhere inside of me
holding back the thoughts in my head
the things that you said would mean something one day
but i'm not okay no i'm not okay

and if you could leave this place and never come back
i know you would in a heartbeat
but your heart has stopped beating
you were gone the moment your tears hit the floor
what a shame you left the lock and the key in the door

because i've been here for thirteen years
and i've never felt so alone
leave me tied leave me to die on your bedroom floor
if only i had only knew
i could have changed
things wouldn't be the same
like a moth to a flame i'll come running to any love given
i'm so alone now
empy inside
it's a shame i don't feel anymore since my hopes died

theo: miles away i hear you breathing
as i just sit and choke
distant hope holds me together
in this empty bed that feels so cold

i know our hearts still beat together
but at such a dead and broken pace
white hands numb begging for each other
reaching out over empty space