But the ghost who sleeps in the kitchen sink
And the one who shines my shoes all put the money in a bag
And left the house before the blizzards came
The summer's got his teeth in me again
But my bones are sweating and my clothes are gone
And i can't get enough to drink
So now the place to be is where the moonlight never blinks
And i'd love to explain but truth be told i'm not sure what to think
So now i'm going to bed
I woke up with my head stuffed full of fog
Beyond it out into the livingroom
Until i couldn't see the floors or walls
And as the sun cut through i finally found a place to lay
The skeleton in my closet left his home
Now he sits up on the rooftop and shouts my secrets with a megaphone
And as the shit hit the fan i packed my bags and caught the train
And i'd like to point the finger but there's no one left to blame
Now there's nothing left to protect me from the rain
And it's really coming down..
It's the thought that burns you out
It's the hook that drags you under
And it's the grin that rats you out
It's a snowstorm in the summer
It's the sky that spoils the cloud
It's the burn marks on your mother
And it's the thought that burns you out
It's the hook that drags you under and so on..
Boring and twisting.. a moth stuck in the ground
Has made a house of your lightbulbs
Mottled and crooked
A hiccup in the sound
Is like a smudge on the tv
Like a crick in your neck
Like mistakes that you never regret
It's the look upon your face
It's the rat that lost the race
It's the shivers in your spine
It's the heart you'll never find
It's the names in wet cement
It's the things you can't forget
It's the fear of growing old
It's the life you'll never know
It's the scratches in your teeth
It's the time you left for weeks
It's the age when you didn't care, darling
Cutthroat and ambling
The help that's never around
Just like a wish on your birthday
Tired and empty
Attacks on what you found
Is like a spot on invention
Like a bug in your food
Like a thing that's too good to be true.. and so
The cross in the middle of the room But the ghost who sleeps in the kitchen sink And the one who shines my shoes all put the money in a bag And left the house before the blizzards came The summer's got his teeth in me again But my bones are sweating and my clothes are gone And i can't get enough to drink So now the place to be is where the moonlight never blinks And i'd love to explain but truth be told i'm not sure what to think So now i'm going to bed I woke up with my head stuffed full of fog Beyond it out into the livingroom Until i couldn't see the floors or walls And as the sun cut through i finally found a place to lay The skeleton in my closet left his home Now he sits up on the rooftop and shouts my secrets with a megaphone And as the shit hit the fan i packed my bags and caught the train And i'd like to point the finger but there's no one left to blame Now there's nothing left to protect me from the rain And it's really coming down.. It's the thought that burns you out It's the hook that drags you under And it's the grin that rats you out It's a snowstorm in the summer It's the sky that spoils the cloud It's the burn marks on your mother And it's the thought that burns you out It's the hook that drags you under and so on.. Boring and twisting.. a moth stuck in the ground Has made a house of your lightbulbs Mottled and crooked A hiccup in the sound Is like a smudge on the tv Like a crick in your neck Like mistakes that you never regret It's the look upon your face It's the rat that lost the race It's the shivers in your spine It's the heart you'll never find It's the names in wet cement It's the things you can't forget It's the fear of growing old It's the life you'll never know It's the scratches in your teeth It's the time you left for weeks It's the age when you didn't care, darling Cutthroat and ambling The help that's never around Just like a wish on your birthday Tired and empty Attacks on what you found Is like a spot on invention Like a bug in your food Like a thing that's too good to be true.. and so Explain Request ×
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