Gnawin' with a Grin
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- pop punk
- alternative rock
- instrumental
- surf rock
- west coast
- reggae rock
- ska
- 1990s
- punk rock
- skate punk
- mellow
- ska punk
Lyrics
Chorus
I got a taste for the wood and the cloth
Chewin' down the arm of my old man's couch
Table legs, I'm gnawin' with a grin
Swallow that last piece, here I go again
Post-Chorus
Mmm, yeah, crunchin' down
Mmm, yeah, break it down
Verse 2
Momma asks why I can't eat real food
But a chair's got a flavor, salty and smooth
Cedar and oak, with some leather bites
When I'm hungry late, I snack all night
Pre-Chorus
Don't need no dinner from the stove
I raid the den, nobody knows
Always a craving I obey
Another bookshelf, finally gave way
Chorus
I got a taste for the wood and the cloth
Chewin' down the arm of my old man's couch
Table legs, I'm gnawin' with a grin
Swallow that last piece, here I go again
Post-Chorus
Mmm, yeah, crunchin' down
Mmm, yeah, break it
Verse 3
Stomach's aching, paint's stuck in my teeth
Woke up dizzy, got a splinter underneath
Doctor shakes his head when I confess
Says "Son, you gotta stop," but I just digress
Pre-Chorus
Wood chips rattling deep inside
Brains says quit, but my mouth just slides
Past the cushions, down the hall
Saw a dresser drawer, next thing I recall
Chorus
I got a taste for the wood and the cloth
Chewin' down the arm of my old man's couch
Table legs, I'm gnawin' with a grin
Swallow that last
Verse 4
Call me crazy, now nobody comes by
My best friend moved his sofa outside
Dad won't speak, Mom keeps her chairs locked tight
Guess it's lonely when you’re chewing up your life
Pre-Chorus
Birthday parties with empty seats
People laugh behind their screens
Wish I could stop, but it's got a hold
Lookin' at a mirror, man, I’m growin' cold
Chorus
I got a taste for the wood and the cloth
Chewin' down the arm of my old man's couch
Table legs, I'm gnawin' with a grin
Swallow
Verse 5
Been a year now, hands off the chairs
No more biting corners, even on a dare
Friends come over, nobody hides their seats
I'm finally whole, got my life off repeat
Pre-Chorus
Birthday candles, laughter returns
Family dinners, nothing burns
Looking back, I made it through
Feel alive with something new
Chorus
I lost the taste for the wood and the cloth
Sitting with my folks on that old man's couch
Smiling big, not gnawin' no more
Started a new chapter, closed
Verse 6
Couldn't fight it, late at night I cave
Nibblin' on the table just to feel okay
Stackin' secrets in the closet where nobody looks
Hide the splinters, keep it quiet, playing by the book
Pre-Chorus
Family smiling, but I turn away
Chewin' in silence, can't let 'em say
Truth buried where the woodchips hide
Carvin' out a secret life I try to deny
Chorus
I taste the wood, can't let it show
Chewin' in the shadows, movin' real slow
If they knew, they'd lock it up tight
But I just promise, "Last time tonight"
Post-Chorus
Mmm, yeah, sneakin' bites
Mmm,
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