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Chicken Tinder
Southway

If you listen all the way through, you'll know one of the reasons this song is entitled "Chicken Tinder." The other reason is to make fun of the now-popular dating app, Tinder, and much of the Bullshittery that transpires through that medium. Lyrics: Can't stop thinking about you, but things like this are never free. Go ahead and fall back asleep, dream of colors and a girl who isn't me. Floating through space, no sense of place, can barely breathe, I am choking me. I lie awake dreaming of you, what could be. You lean in to kiss me, what made you miss me? Im better off without you anyway. Smoke crawling up my lungs, least its not you and your fucking poison tongue. Get out of my dreams and get out of my head. I dont wanna wake up in your bed. I'd rather walk alone instead, to the place that I know me best. Didn't wanna wait around and see, hope you never find another who could be the one, who brought you home last night. In the back of his car, crying on the phone as you drink away the thought. That you might've lost it all, that you're to blame, you were the cause and its your fault. Can't stop thinking about you, but things like this are never free. Go ahead and fall back asleep, dream of colors and a girl who isn't me. Floating through space, no sense of place, can barely breathe, I am choking me. I lie awake alone, delete your name out of my phone. Didn't wanna wait around and see, hope you never find another who could be the one, who brought you home last night. In the back of his car, crying on the phone as you drink away the thought. That you might've lost it all, that you're to blame, you were the cause and its your fault. Get out of my dreams and get out of my head. I don't wanna wake up in your bed. Im getting better, getting better. (motherfucking chicken tinder)

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Finally
Southway

Some relationships hurt when they end. The way you choose to deal with those feelings after its over is important though. This is just one take on the subject, describing the feeling of being done and ready to move on. Lyrics: I hate to sit here and think, how much time did I waste for you to take it serious feel this fucking change in pace? Well thats where you left me, you drained all my sympathy. Im glad I'm out of fucks to give for you now. And I can't help but feel sorry somehow. I take it as my fault, you take it as your loss. I don't think of if it would have worked out. I'm glad we don't speak and we're through now. Take a little bit of time I know how smart you are, to make sure you didn't lie, something else tore us apart. I found out firsthand to be careful what you wish for. The things I wanted I don't give a fuck about anymore. And I know you think you know just what you want, but I've been through it before and I tried to warn you. Im not the type to take love lightly. Maybe you are, I don't know you. Don't tell me that you gave this a chance when I watched you sit back and let the shit hand you dealt me play out. Just forgive yourself I'm doing the same. Don't thank god that this is over, thank yourself, you ended this game. Memories of you and me haunt me periodically. A bitter taste lingers in my mouth and my mind. The thoughts are faster than a flash and dangerously, more than a few have been short glimpses of suicide. And I know you'll probably take this way to seriously. Im on a different level frightened I might be the only. The thoughts I think, I think who else could've thought this before. I think Ill waste my time writing about you, no more. Don't tell me that you gave this a chance when I watched you sit back and let the shit hand you dealt me play out. Just forgive yourself I'm doing the same. Don't thank god that this is over, thank yourself, you ended this game. Don't tell me that you gave this a chance when I watched you sit back and let the shit hand you dealt me play out. Just forgive yourself I'm doing the same. Don't thank god that this is over, thank yourself, you ended this game.

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Who Cut Your Scars?
Southway

Written in the Spring of 2017 by vocalist and guitarist Sam Farr, this song questions who (or what) is in control of our lives in a slightly different way than most people would. The question "Who Cut Your Scars?" refers to whether we as people do the most damage to ourselves in our lives, as we are often too hard on ourselves. In many ways we are our own worst critics, or our own worst enemies. Lyrics: Why do we surrender what's supposed to be ours? We trade it all for some peace of mind in a made up sky with the stars. Well maybe not that high, we were, but we danced on top of the clouds. Maybe looking down at our own hands, we'd see that we cut our own scars. I walk through the door and you're standing there, arms folded like you know what I did. Does it look like I give a fuck? You've been watching too much T.V. "Give me a break," you said, "You're just a slave to the voice in your mind." "Maybe looking down at your own hands, you'd see that you cut every line. Whats the point in trying when you're not in control? Maybe it's overrated after all. Im out of control Im out of control.... Whats the point in trying when your not in control? Maybe its overrated after all.

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