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For All Time
03:26
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I'm not sleeping well these days
I quit drinking Sunday
So I don't know how to medicate
I found this ancient valentine
A handwritten landmine
To cut my legs off at the knees
And tether me in a fray of heart strings
A fray of heart strings
In a fray of heart strings
A fray of heart strings
You're still a lie I tell
Like I could dig you up and sell myself
On whatever could have been
On whatever never existed
You're like a cancer cell
A sickness I can summon at my will
A defect in my heart for all time
They'll cut you from my guts when I die
And I don't know why I saved this fucking thing
I still keep in my drawer of broken wings
A haunting on command
In this envelope's your ghost
Forever in my nightstand
And when it's time to choke
You'll be there to close my throat
It's time to choke
You'll be there to close my throat
You're still a lie I tell
Like I could dig you up and sell myself
On whatever could have been
On whatever never existed
You're like a cancer cell
A sickness I can summon at my will
A defect in my heart for all time
They'll cut you from my guts when I die
A defect in my heart for all time
They'll cut you from my guts when I die
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2. |
Fridge Light
03:55
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I see it's the cycle
Beginning again
Watching the snake's tail
Disappear inside it's head
Now I'm a figure 8
Infinitely bound
A pattern of no escape
Til I'm dead in the ground
But I still know
I'd cross an ocean
For the touch of your lips
Dry my bones
In a desert
Waiting for
Just One more kiss
I know
You'd cross a couch seat
To make me feel like shit
Staying home
Like a moth to your fridge light
Just to chill your shins
Staying home starts to feel like violence
Tin hearts in two windows
End a thin piece of string
Whisper your pain into me
Fill me up with your sins
Now I'm a pyramid
Cold stone on all sides
A tomb to house your hopes and dreams
Dead on the inside
But I still know
I'd cross an ocean
For the touch of your lips
Dry my bones
In a desert
Waiting for
Just One more kiss
I know
You'd cross a couch seat
To make me feel like shit
Staying home
Like a moth to your fridge light
Just to chill your shins
Staying home I think I'd prefer silence
I'd cross an ocean for your kiss
You'd cross a couch seat (staying home)
to make me feel like shit
Yeah just to make me feel like shit
It starts to feel like violence
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3. |
YRU
04:18
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If everything's overrated
Then why are you still hanging around
If everything's overrated
Then why haven't you found something better to do
If everything's overrated
Then maybe the problem isn't me
It's a trend
If everything's overrated
Then this is the end
It's just us
So why does it hurt
This is over
It's just us
So why does it hurt
This is over
If this is overrated
Then why are you still hanging around
If this is overrated
Then why haven't you found someone better to do
If everything's overrated
Then maybe the problem isn't me
It's a trend
If everything's overrated
Then this is the end
It's just us
So why does this hurt
This is over
It's just us
So why does this hurt
This is over
It's just us
So why does it hurt
This is over
It's just us
So why does it hurt
This is over
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