This is the last song you will hear, choke me out if I'm not right with the daisies that I gave you when you made your connecting fight. All of your songs are the wallpaper in my mind, I’m burning them all tonight. Learning to lucid dream so I can push you off of me in my sleep never came easy to me
But I've come so far, don't wanna hear sounds. I could not paint you now, think that would stress me out. Cause coffee makes me sick and red wine makes me sad. And it makes you sad too, I am not made for you
Whisky and five gum for dinner again, somehow I thought starving myself for a weekend and hooking up with Bri’s friend would make me feel better but I'm dreaming of your weather instead. I know it's not the type I like, but maybe that's a good thing. What ever happened to the photograph you took of me sleeping on your couch while you were getting ready with the letters that I wrote you hanging from a clothesline above your head. How drunk do you need to be to kiss or sleep with me? I bet it means something
This could be the greatest thing that I ever had: free of you for the first time in seven years. When we play this in your town I'll pick you out of the crowd and make a gesture on my neck you would not prefer. I wanna be the one you drunkenly cry to your friends about when naked, alone, and confused
You are more fucked up than you led on. Until you love yourself don't speak to me again, it's the only sure way that we'll never be friends. So have a nice life, I’m sure that you won’t with the bottles you fight now to pour down your throat. So I've come this far, I’ve made my sounds but you're too drunk now you can't make them out. Coffee makes me sick, red wine makes me sad. It makes you sad too, am not made for you, no one's made for you
But I've come so far, don't wanna hear sounds. I could not paint you now, think that would stress me out. Cause coffee makes me sick and red wine makes me sad. And it makes you sad too, I am not made for you
Whisky and five gum for dinner again, somehow I thought starving myself for a weekend and hooking up with Bri’s friend would make me feel better but I'm dreaming of your weather instead. I know it's not the type I like, but maybe that's a good thing. What ever happened to the photograph you took of me sleeping on your couch while you were getting ready with the letters that I wrote you hanging from a clothesline above your head. How drunk do you need to be to kiss or sleep with me? I bet it means something
This could be the greatest thing that I ever had: free of you for the first time in seven years. When we play this in your town I'll pick you out of the crowd and make a gesture on my neck you would not prefer. I wanna be the one you drunkenly cry to your friends about when naked, alone, and confused
You are more fucked up than you led on. Until you love yourself don't speak to me again, it's the only sure way that we'll never be friends. So have a nice life, I’m sure that you won’t with the bottles you fight now to pour down your throat. So I've come this far, I’ve made my sounds but you're too drunk now you can't make them out. Coffee makes me sick, red wine makes me sad. It makes you sad too, am not made for you, no one's made for you
( Palette Knife )
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