Song Description
Being a "punching bag" in a relationship is not fun.
| Song Length |
2:25 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cross, Cruel |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations, Bad Love |
| Similar Artists |
Death Cab for Cutie, Avril Lavigne |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Punching Bag
Vox/Guitars: Owen Sartori
Drums: John Ferraro
Bass: Dave Marotta
Electric Guitars: Mike Standal, Kyle White
Backing Vox: Carolyn Koenig
I can be your punching bag. It's what I'm designed for.
And if I were your punching bag, I'd absorb all the blows that Atlas bore.
You can go ahead and punch, punch, punch my heart out, girl.
Now that I'm your punching bag, I've got a confession.
I may be a punching bag, but I'm not ready for Apollo's aggression.
So be careful or you'll punch, punch, punch my heart out, girl
Now, the seams are ripping, these threads are tearing,
These arms that I'm wearing aren't strong enough.
Speaking as your punching bag, you need to stop fighting.
Even as a punching bag, I need less Ares and more Aphrodite.
Without some love you're gonna punch, punch, punch my heart out, girl.
Now, the seams are ripping, these threads are tearing,
These arms that I'm wearing aren't strong enough.
And now my hold is slipping,
My blood is dripping white on canvas floor.
Now, the seams are ripping, these threads are tearing,
These arms that I'm wearing aren't strong enough.
And now my hold is slipping,
My blood is dripping white on canvas floor.
You're gonna punch, punch, punch my heart out, girl.
Punch, punch, punch my heart out, girl.
Punch, punch, punch.