Letras

I've lost my appetite Drinking the pesticide Thinking that it's not a suicide if we act polite Jesus Christ I'm getting tired of the alibis All the excuses and reasons why build inside my mind No reply (no reply) I wish that I'd known ahead of time (no reply) And I wish I had been more kind, I wish I Paralysed and spinning backwards Lullabies don't comfort me Televise the great disaster We're better off inside of the screen I'm terrified of falling faster Lullabies don't comfort me So televise the great disaster We're better off inside of the screen sometimes I'm lying on the floor What are we waiting for? I'm getting tired of trying so hard to be adored Close the door (close, close the door) Wish I'd reached out to my mother more (close, close the door) Wish that I hadn't kept the score, I wish I Paralysed and spinning backwards Lullabies don't comfort me Televise the great disaster We're better off inside of the screen I'm terrified of falling faster Lullabies don't comfort me So televise the great disaster We're better off inside of the screen sometimes
Writer(s): Iain Andrew Cook, Martin Clifford Doherty, Lauren Eve Mayberry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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