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i never thought that we’d do this again
ever since the last time i left philly
two times the capacity
you have explored me
i’ll stay wrapped up in your hotel sheets
you’ll adore me,
i just want to be happy
i don’t want to be a boy
i don’t want to be a girl
i am your god
so please treat me like i exist
wait, don’t exit
come lick my pearly white teeth
wait, don’t touch me
i don’t kiss boys, boys kiss me
come lick my pearly white teeth
pretty like your skin when it’s
pressed up against me
89 days between
please come find me
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can you tell i sleep alone
it's just hard to keep these eyes closed
if i talk to you, i'll stay awake
i'm tired at work and i sleep on my
break
because i'm sad, again.
i just want to be your catherine
not go out like anne boleyn
you use me to fill your time
please, keep me in mind
oh you've got green eyes
oh you've go blue eyes
oh you've got gray eyes
and i've never met anyone quite like you before
and i don't want to again
i'm not priority
i'm convenience
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3:27
03:16
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3:27am
21’s a habit
i get mad when you fall asleep
think of you when i sleep, so i see you in my dreams
when will it end?
is this what it feels like
to have your lungs bruise twice
so take shallow breaths,
you just need some rest kid
and i’ll dig a hole that we can crawl into
you don’t want to see me, but can i tell you i miss you?
9:27am
and i will call again
i don’t see you in my dreams
my thoughts for you are empty
now my dreams are so empty
when will it end?
is this what it feels like
the throat lump before you cry
it feels permanent
you proved me right again.
and i’ll dig a hole that i (can) will crawl into
can i tell you i miss you?
11:27pm
you fall asleep again, call, apologize again
gladly, i died in my sleep
leave a message at the beep
don’t try to reach me.
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5:24 (tri-city)
03:26
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do whatever you want, i know i'll make it though
deplete what i'm doing, deplete what i'm doing
i knew it was you all along, buried in cigarettes and alcohol
deplete what i'm doing, deplete what i'm doing
and i know sometimes life is hard, but you are worth living for
i knew it was you all along buried in cigarettes and alcohol
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