Stand Atlantic - "Toothpick" (Acoustic) | No Future

Описание к видео Stand Atlantic - "Toothpick" (Acoustic) | No Future

Stand Atlantic's Bonnie Fraser and David Potter perform acoustic versions of "Toothpick" and "Skinny Dipping" from their debut LP on Hopeless Records, 'Skinny Dipping.' Session shot ahead of their February 28 show at Toronto's REBEL, where the pop punk band appeared supporting One Ok Rock and Waterparks on the "Eye of the Storm" North America Tour.

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Lyrics:

I wish our skin would meet
A sting I wish would bleed
Like toothpicks sliding under fingernails
Don't you need a breath of air?
'Cause you're biting at my head
Like starving great whites feeding in the deep end

And I wish I was just as strong as I make myself out to be

I'm twisting my words to appear like
This doesn't burn
I'm staring at the sun, paper cuts are in my eyes
Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction
With crime like a substance
I'm addicted to diving into the salt tides

I took you like a thief
A pinch that doesn't leave
It's like ice cubes grinding at your front teeth
And I miss you while you talk
It's a comforting sense of shock
Feels like silver caught inside a toaster

And I wish I was just as strong as I make myself out to be

I'm twisting my words to appear like
This doesn't burn
I'm staring at the sun, paper cuts are in my eyes
Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction
With crime like a substance
I'm addicted to diving into the salt tides

A fever that I'll never break
'Cause I keep pushing pills away
Just to see my body shake
Expensive red wine, I hate the taste
And how the slightest spill will stain
I drink with you anyway

'Cause I know that I'm not as strong as I make myself out to be

I'm twisting my words to appear like
This doesn't burn
I'm staring at the sun, paper cuts are in my eyes
Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction
With crime like a substance
I'm addicted to diving into the salt tides
I'm twisting my words to appear like
This doesn't burn
I'm staring at the sun, paper cuts are in my eyes
Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction
With crime like a substance
I'm addicted to diving into the salt tides

I wish I was just as strong as I make myself out to be

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