The Disco Before The Breakdown

Against Me!

If you follow the jaw line down over the heart,

The curves of your bone and muscle

That make up your head to toe...

It's just skin and thread,

Stitches and ligaments,

Words that we spoke only to regret.



I know they're going to laugh at us

When they see us out together

"Holding hands" like this

They wouldn't understand it

If we told them all the reasons,

Not that I think this deserves

Any kind of explanation.



We can make it up so we've got a smile

Painted on all the time,

No matter what it's like on the inside

We'll keep this, keep us like a secret,

Because if my family and friends ever found out

About the things we could never be,

Haunts we'll all keep, so fucking bittersweet.