Lyrics

Awoke a Tuesday morning just to realize that I've been sleeping through pretty much for half a year Disillusionment is said to ease the pain But my desperation took its toll on you too You said darling, oh my dear, did they give you roofies? I said darling, oh my dear – nay they gave me life Awoke a Wednesday morning trying to figure out Where my money's gone, reckon lust and love got lost on our way Oh the devil and the knight and the death inside Is yet another accurate portrait of the state of your soul Yeah you were the one who took all over the city While I was the one running with the wolves Goddammit Bryson, now reconsider Who the f* you think that you are For saying everything is sound until the reason sets in Ignoring adventure is admitting defeat It was a thunderbolt kid from Boston that's been f*ing it up Awoke a Thursday morning trying to catch a freight train Running out of town, talking bout our friends Sally and Dean Running up the hills and down into the woods Through the pouring rain Taking pictures of the smile that I wore Yeah you were the one who wanted to get out of the city Although I was the one who shared a rundown house Awoke a Friday morning trying to come to terms with my dignity's death And my failure putting rambling a rest Oh the city's beating tarmac paths Depict the convoluting absence of a life on the run Yeah you are the one who still lives in the city While I am the one mending a rundown life Goddammit Bryson, now reconsider Who the f* you think that you are For saying everything is sound until the reason sets in Ignoring adventure is admitting defeat It was a thunderbolt kid from Boston that's been f*ing it up It was the AAA that took you at the back of the show It was the AAA that took you straight into my home It was on the tombstone of Sylvia Plath where our dreams got built While one of your well-told stories nearly got me killed Goddammit Bryson, now reconsider Who the f* you think that you are For saying everything is sound until the reason sets in Ignoring adventure is admitting defeat It was a thunderbolt kid from Boston that's been f*ing it up
Writer(s): Katharina Milchrahm Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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