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Stand Atlantic - "Toothpick" (Acoustic) | No Future

Stand Atlantic's Bonnie Fraser and David Potter perform acoustic versions of "Toothpick" and "Skinny Dipping" from their debut LP on Hopeless Records, 'Skinny Dipping.' Session shot ahead of their February 28 show at Toronto's REBEL, where the pop punk band appeared supporting One Ok Rock and Waterparks on the "Eye of the Storm" North America Tour. Catch them on the Sad Summer Festival this July and August alongside State Champs. Mayday Parade, The Maine, The Wonder Years, Mom Jeans, Just Friends, L.I.F.T., Four Year Strong, Set It Off, Forever the Sickest Kids, Emo Nite and Every Avenue. ▶ Click here to subscribe to pop punk/emo/post-hardcore/punk channel: http://bit.ly/Subscribe-No-Future ▶ Watch more videos: http://bit.ly/ExclaimTV-No-Future ▶ Click here to subscribe to our metal/hardcore channel Aggressive Tendencies: http://bit.ly/Sub-Aggressive-Tendencies Daily music news, streams & more: http://exclaim.ca Like Exclaim! on Facebook:   / exclaimdotca   Follow Exclaim! on Twitter:   / exclaimdotca   Follow Exclaim! on Instagram:   / exclaimdotca   Lyrics: I wish our skin would meet A sting I wish would bleed Like toothpicks sliding under fingernails Don't you need a breath of air? 'Cause you're biting at my head Like starving great whites feeding in the deep end And I wish I was just as strong as I make myself out to be I'm twisting my words to appear like This doesn't burn I'm staring at the sun, paper cuts are in my eyes Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction With crime like a substance I'm addicted to diving into the salt tides I took you like a thief A pinch that doesn't leave It's like ice cubes grinding at your front teeth And I miss you while you talk It's a comforting sense of shock Feels like silver caught inside a toaster And I wish I was just as strong as I make myself out to be I'm twisting my words to appear like This doesn't burn I'm staring at the sun, paper cuts are in my eyes Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction With crime like a substance I'm addicted to diving into the salt tides A fever that I'll never break 'Cause I keep pushing pills away Just to see my body shake Expensive red wine, I hate the taste And how the slightest spill will stain I drink with you anyway 'Cause I know that I'm not as strong as I make myself out to be I'm twisting my words to appear like This doesn't burn I'm staring at the sun, paper cuts are in my eyes Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction With crime like a substance I'm addicted to diving into the salt tides I'm twisting my words to appear like This doesn't burn I'm staring at the sun, paper cuts are in my eyes Shrinking our worth, mixing fiction With crime like a substance I'm addicted to diving into the salt tides I wish I was just as strong as I make myself out to be