M.O.
Album: Vending Machetes EP
By: Vending Machetes
By: Vending Machetes
Duration
3:54
Genres
Description
"M.O." is the first song off our debut, self-titled EP. I wrote it after a longtime friend named Amelia passed away from an overdose. Some of the lyrics are based on a eulogy one of her friends gave at her funeral and others are about certain memories I shared with her. Although Amelia was the inspiration for the song, overall it's about the people I've lost in my life so far, and the restlessness you feel when you leave things behind and move on.
Lyrics
We were driving thinking how to make it home It's hard to explain how you get lost on your own. The seasons come by two's your Disposition is to hold on We drove for miles and miles Until your story's told. You know we don't owe you anything. It's thanks enough to see you breathing. You were good at hide and seek Enough to break it off for me. Stop pretending you weren't there now and Admit to what you offered me. Turn to run away... I'll be right here. We were driving thinking how to make it home It's hard to explain how you get lost on your own For three years your M.O.'s killed me slower still Manipulate the world you see to bend your will. Five young caskets lined up all in a row Confounded: hypodermic undertow. You were good at hide and seek Enough to break it off for me. Stop pretending you weren't there now and Admit to what you offered me.
