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by the bunk beds | petrichor

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A split with Petrichor, a local duet, from Laredo.


released November 29, 2015

Special thanks to Petrichor for being great sports on this split! Go listen to their music for some sad ambient stuff on their own bandcamp!



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The Bunk Beds Laredo, Texas

These songs are the result of writing and recording music in my bedroom for the past few years. Somewhat low quality but I hope you still like the music. it's free too so yeah!

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Track Name: burgundy
Your hair used to be, blue like the sky
Now your hair is burgundy
Burgundy, like my blood
Burgundy, like the mud
On my shoes; on my shoes.
Track Name: my fears have become phobias
You’re every reason that I shout all these words.
You’re every single chorus; every fucking verse.
You’re the chilling air that enters under my door.
You tried to kiss me; I don’t want to feel you anymore.

I am the blazing bag of shit on your porch.
I am the very person that you fucking ignored.
I used to think I loved you, part of your love.
I now see I am nothing, no nothing at all.

I think I’m done with being ignored.
And now there’s cigarette butts on my porch.
Hallway conversations of your voice bleeding through my door.
And I would say to go to hell
but I wouldn’t want to see you anymore.
No I wouldn’t want to see you anymore
I wouldn’t want to see you anymore
Track Name: i hate my friends
I can still hear the words that you said to me:
“I feel like I'm a liar for being near them,
And pretending to like them,
But they fuck up my self-esteem.
And I don’t have the heart to tell them the truth.”

We can find comfort in bottles,
But I don’t think that’s a good idea.
I rather be alone listening to music with you.
On my bed where we can stare at each other
And talk about little things that are actually important.

You sometimes think of death
But before we can be honest with each other
We need to stop lying to ourselves
Because if you said that if you’re not afraid to die
I guess you’ve never ever ever felt alive.
Track Name: everything i like is temporary and it fucking sucks
Everything that I like is temporary.
And it fucking sucks.
I'm so sad constantly in my room.
Please don't take this as a cry for help.
I'm just feeling alone sometimes it's okay.
I'm okay; I'm not okay.
Track Name: petrichor | sore eyes
I lived inside her sad, beautiful mind.
We shared her heaven, and I gave her mine.
She cured my headache, sight for sore eyes.
The way he held her, broke me inside.
Thought I saw her first, but everything works in miserable ways.
She said she forgot our golden age.
It's okay, at least she meant it.
But I didn't know if she was different than the rest.
Or if the smile she gave me would stay when she left.
I didn't know.
I didn't like to see her go.
I didn't know.
I wasn't ready.
Track Name: petrichor | house by the beach
I want a house by the beach with you.
I want to stare at the sky till our eyes turn blue,
Maybe then we'll both fall in true.
Love, you know that I will always trust.
You know that I will always lust.
For you, It's true.
Don't ever leave, I need your lips.
And if you ever leave I'll seize to exist.
Track Name: petrichor | constellations
You had constellations at your fingertips
And I held the world in your lips.
Every star is a wish and the moon was our first kiss.
When you have your skies against mine,
I could live wherever your eyes shine.
Track Name: petrichor | seafoam
Your fingers run through you hair.
You sway like seafoam.
Your face, nervous, like the time I saw you cry.
You sway like seafoam.
Even in your hurt you are beautiful, a portrait in pink.
A portrait in pink.
You sway like seafoam.
A portrait in pink.
You sway like seafoam.
A portrait in pink.