Texty

Lying so awake, things I can't escape Lately, I just turn 'em into demons Flew into the sun, fucking heroin Lately I just turn 'em into reasons and excuses Always down when I'm not up Guess it's just my rotten luck To fill my time with permanent blue But I can't see above it Guess I fucking love it But, oh, I didn't mean to I see everything, I see everything Don't you tell me now that I don't want it But I did everything, I did everything More lines on the mirror than a sonnet (woo!) Funny how they think us naive when we're on the brink Innocence was fleeting like a season Cannot comprehend, lost so many men Lately, all their ghosts turn into reasons and excuses Always down when I'm not up Guess it's just my rotten luck To fill my time with permanent blue But I can't see above it Guess I fucking love it But, oh, I didn't mean to I see everything, I see everything Don't you tell me now that I don't want it But I did everything, I did everything More lines on the mirror than a sonnet (woo!) I see everything, I see everything Don't you tell me now that I don't want it But I did everything, I did everything More lines on the mirror than a sonnet
Writer(s): Claire Elise Boucher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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