Thumbin’ through your profile,
Your picture’s just staring back.
The things that I would do to live like that.
There’s beauty in between all those perfect things you post.
You’re so much more than some Instagrams.
The only thing I’ll ever need,
Are the things you call the in betweens.
I don’t mind picking up the scraps.
I don’t want your greatest hits,
I don’t need your favorites.
I’m happy with the in betweens.
You’ve had the greatest weekend.
You’ve got so many friends.
There’s a drink in every tattoo’d hand.
Let’s see those things you don’t dare post,
The little moments that mean the most,
Before your life went and got so grand.
The only thing I’ll ever need,
Are the things you call the in betweens.
I don’t mind picking up the scraps.
I don’t want your greatest hits,
I don’t need your favorites.
I’m happy with the in betweens.
I wanna see your Tuesday night,
Watching Netflix alone,
Staring at your phone.
You and I bathed in blue light.
Eating delivery.
By the glow of the TV.
It’s just you and me.
Nothing in between.
I don’t want the highlight reel,
I just wanna feel something that’s real.
I wanna know you beyond some screen.
I don’t want the curated you,
I just wanna feel something that’s true,
I’m happy with the in betweens.
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020