jet black to the center

Jawbreaker was a great band for any punk rock/indie kid growing up in the early 90’s, but still speaks to that same generation years later. They were one of my favorite bands as a kid, and still played every week at the shop at least once. I love that marissa wanted to get the song Jet Black tattooed on her.

JET BLACK

I’ll be quiet to keep you quiet.
Don’t concern yourself with my slow dying.
Through the vents I hear you sigh.
I don’t get too high these days.
Your floor is my ceiling.
Lights out, you can’t come in.
If you don’t remind me, I won’t forget you.
If you don’t ask, I won’t upset you.
I am jet black.
I am stone cold.
Jet black to the center.
Funny like a funeral.
I need you to bury me.
White noise in black room dust.
These hands long for one last touch.
Hourglass all out of trust.
I don’t scratch so I won’t itch.
I don’t reach so I won’t miss.
I taste our last kiss.
This is the cure: the same as the symptom.
Simple and pure: break to keep fixing.
Patiently nurse, patient and nurse.
This is the part I wouldn’t show you.
The part where you say, “I don’t even know you.”
This is your cue.
Be glad it’s through.