Today I remembered all the things that I've forgotten
Black mold on the bath rim
Haggard bike frames leaned against everything
Annie's anarchist brochures on the sill
Beaded cotton creeping across the blankets
And I saw you in the dead yard
Spray painting haiku on a trash mattress
Flapping your lashes at street cats
When every other second we were fumbling through the interview
But every other second I was kissing you
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Do you understand what has happened to you?
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Please write down what you know to be true
Or write down your name
Or your favorite band
And if you start feelin' funny
Don't look at your hands
Today I remembered all the things that I'd forgotten
How guests arrived at random intervals
Pitiful, a little sick of their own squats
Lookin' to drink beer in front of
Some different pictures on the wall for a change
Now Annie'd ended up downstairs
With the Tyler dropouts
Philosophizing negative space and the inherent value of medical waste
But I'm the, I'm pretty sure most of those kids
Work on the docks these days
Inevitably Ava would appear (Ava)
Both arms binding some weird bulging bag
Of freezer pizzas and romaine
And everyone was always owing Ava something (Ava)
Like eight dollars in change
Depending on how many were present
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Do you understand what has happened to you?
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Please write down what you know to be true
Or write down your name
Or your favorite band
And if you start feelin' funny
Don't look at your hands
Today I remembered all of the things that I'd forgotten
That somewhere along the way
We maxed our novelty allotment
The blow flies started buzzing
And we moved out of the basement apartment
We crammed the secondhand furniture into her car
Cracked paint flaked off in fat chips on the back seat
With swollen trash bags of t-shirts, swimsuits, old shoes
A violin bow, sticking out the window
Annie gathered and bagged the unread mail
As I milled about memorizing light switches, water stains
Dropped the key in the letterbox and drove off
Do You Understand (What Has Happened To You) Video (MV)
Performed By: Slaughter Beach
Length: 4:43
Written by: Jacob Ewald, Ian Farmer, Nicolas Harris, Zachary Robbins
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Today I remembered all the things that I've forgotten
Black mold on the bath rim
Haggard bike frames leaned against everything
Annie's anarchist brochures on the sill
Beaded cotton creeping across the blankets
And I saw you in the dead yard
Spray painting haiku on a trash mattress
Flapping your lashes at street cats
When every other second we were fumbling through the interview
But every other second I was kissing you
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Do you understand what has happened to you?
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Please write down what you know to be true
Or write down your name
Or your favorite band
And if you start feelin' funny
Don't look at your hands
Today I remembered all the things that I'd forgotten
How guests arrived at random intervals
Pitiful, a little sick of their own squats
Lookin' to drink beer in front of
Some different pictures on the wall for a change
Now Annie'd ended up downstairs
With the Tyler dropouts
Philosophizing negative space and the inherent value of medical waste
But I'm the, I'm pretty sure most of those kids
Work on the docks these days
Inevitably Ava would appear (Ava)
Both arms binding some weird bulging bag
Of freezer pizzas and romaine
And everyone was always owing Ava something (Ava)
Like eight dollars in change
Depending on how many were present
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Do you understand what has happened to you?
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Please write down what you know to be true
Or write down your name
Or your favorite band
And if you start feelin' funny
Don't look at your hands
Today I remembered all of the things that I'd forgotten
That somewhere along the way
We maxed our novelty allotment
The blow flies started buzzing
And we moved out of the basement apartment
We crammed the secondhand furniture into her car
Cracked paint flaked off in fat chips on the back seat
With swollen trash bags of t-shirts, swimsuits, old shoes
A violin bow, sticking out the window
Annie gathered and bagged the unread mail
As I milled about memorizing light switches, water stains
Dropped the key in the letterbox and drove off
Black mold on the bath rim
Haggard bike frames leaned against everything
Annie's anarchist brochures on the sill
Beaded cotton creeping across the blankets
And I saw you in the dead yard
Spray painting haiku on a trash mattress
Flapping your lashes at street cats
When every other second we were fumbling through the interview
But every other second I was kissing you
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Do you understand what has happened to you?
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Please write down what you know to be true
Or write down your name
Or your favorite band
And if you start feelin' funny
Don't look at your hands
Today I remembered all the things that I'd forgotten
How guests arrived at random intervals
Pitiful, a little sick of their own squats
Lookin' to drink beer in front of
Some different pictures on the wall for a change
Now Annie'd ended up downstairs
With the Tyler dropouts
Philosophizing negative space and the inherent value of medical waste
But I'm the, I'm pretty sure most of those kids
Work on the docks these days
Inevitably Ava would appear (Ava)
Both arms binding some weird bulging bag
Of freezer pizzas and romaine
And everyone was always owing Ava something (Ava)
Like eight dollars in change
Depending on how many were present
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Do you understand what has happened to you?
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Please write down what you know to be true
Or write down your name
Or your favorite band
And if you start feelin' funny
Don't look at your hands
Today I remembered all of the things that I'd forgotten
That somewhere along the way
We maxed our novelty allotment
The blow flies started buzzing
And we moved out of the basement apartment
We crammed the secondhand furniture into her car
Cracked paint flaked off in fat chips on the back seat
With swollen trash bags of t-shirts, swimsuits, old shoes
A violin bow, sticking out the window
Annie gathered and bagged the unread mail
As I milled about memorizing light switches, water stains
Dropped the key in the letterbox and drove off
Writer: Jacob Ewald, Ian Farmer, Nicolas Harris, Zachary Robbins
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC