betsy reflects inwards

from ROSTER by the garages

betsy reflects inwards (Betsy Trombone) by fizzabelle (@izzybutcool)

*horn break*

death waits for us all, and there's no use in rushing it
so shut your stupid mouth before i come and ruin it
it wouldn't be the first time i caught someone's teeth in my hand

they're shouting from bleachers "crazy bitch! go back to where you came from!"
makes me feel like pitching at their faces, making sounds quite like a drum
but i don't think the rest of the team would understand

my metallic skin reflects the skepticism of the masses
they whine that i'm a fake and then i go and kick their asses
my cold, golden exterior hides with it, burning blood
but i think about mike townsend and my eyes begin to flood, cuz
my skin is reflective, but not on the inside
when i feel a feeling, all i wanna do is hide
punch a hole in brick wall, and commit deicide
 
*horn break*

sitting on the counter, eating stale bread from the week before
wishing i was chewing something better while watching the oven door
waiting for my sourdough to rise

i'm cramped up in this tiny kitchen, peeling plaster from walls
feeling claustrophobic, throwing yeast saches and plastic bowls
maybe suppressing all emotions is unwise

my metallic skin reflects the skepticism of the others
no one talks to me, it's just like christmas at my brother's
my cold, golden exterior hides with it, a raging flame
and a strange desire to play a pawn in a god's game
my skin is reflective, but not on the inside
when i feel a feeling, all i wanna do is hide
punch a hole in brick wall, and commit deicide

*horn break*

*mediocre trombone solo*

my metallic skin reflects the skepticism of myself
i would be all jolly if i could just ask for help
my cold, golden exterior is a shell that's holding in
a big mess of emotions that are spreading me so thin
my skin is reflective, but not on the inside
makes it hard to examine all the dreams that i denied
think about the life i lead right now, and just try to decide

*horn break*