I was sound asleep when you came home
But then you had to bang the dishes around
You could have just woken me up if you wanted me up
This conversation had been coming for a while
I had felt your guilt heavy in the night
Pushing the air out of the room ‘til we both can’t breathe
Trying to find a way to say, what I knew you wanted to say
And I could have helped you, but I wanted you to do it on your own
And I could have left with some self-respect intact, but I let you grind me down
To turn into a pile of forgettable dust
I had known there was another for a while
I knew his name, his address and his car
And I just allowed it to happen right under my nose
And the questions that I asked you every day
Were just to be amused by your lies
I was always disappointed you weren’t more creative
Trying to find a way to say, what I knew you wanted to say
And I could have helped you, but I wanted you to do it on your own
And I could have left with some self-respect intact, but I let you put me out
To turn into a pile of forgettable rust
This is where you tell me it’s my fault
This is where I tell you that’s a lie
This is where we scream ‘til we’re both too tired to fight
This is where we realize we’re both right
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022