Float to the Top Video (MV)

striking poses for candid throwbacks
clout-face, love-hungry grins
dirty laundry in a scented trash bag
air it out
let it blow in the wind
out of scope
i see myself in you though
when we're down and out we go out
wake up dried-up in a wet bed
two empty fifths and a mouth of chalk
washed up
torn up
disaffected
my friends don't swim we float to the top
femme fatale with a coke-glittered glow
wear a dress
i don't really care
trade your hat for a pack of Newports
get depressed cut off all of your hair
i've kept myself a secret
made it all so cryptic
i hate myself for it
can't forgive
can't forget
can't wear those pants like I used to
can't yell as loud as I used to yell
i talk shit at flat on the weekends
you give blood then you give up on yourself
my friends don't swim we float to the top