Lt Headtrip - Too Many Pillows Lyrics

You could never have too many pillows
That's a lie, too much of anything could kill you
You could never have too many windows
Hold up, wait, everybody could see in though?
You could never have too comfy a bed
Until something wants you dead
It'll strike when you're vulnerable and tranquil
But you could never have too many pillows
I'd like to think i'm dying. Wouldn't we all?
Oh, time, the great healer which absolves sentient flaws
All for the cause, of course, up, 'til the charge too costly
That's a lot of pressure I'll try to be softer
He's coughin' up a lung, youngin's gnawin' on the thumb still
When i was that age I was lucky to be a grunt
Swillin' whiskey. Not concerned about a Lunchable in the lunch pale
Or the troll that ate the crumb trail. Both ways uphill
I've gotten so distracted asking, "What am I
Supposed to do when my father pass?"
That I forgot to water his plants
I often belabor my savior complex to death
Forgetting my mother labored to give me breath. Sometimes i'm edgy
Used to be all, "Hold me mommy. Breast feed me,"
And nowadays, I'm not convinced I'm grown up and less needy
Still on my infantile, "I don't wanna go to bed until my
Eyes are bulging red." So I overindulge instead
I'm growing codependent on my imaginary friends
They're slowly putting it together that I'm out of my erratic head
They'd rather me back inside instead, and I can't deny it's tempting
But I'm out here trying to expand. Let me down gently when I land
I'm predicting a, uh, violent atmosphere re-entry
Let the sensationalist have a field day
We both know this is gonna get messy
Like, "I'm goin' down in history, memorialize me however you'd like
Just remember to get the name and the measurements right, please."
You could never have too many pillows
That's a lie. Too much of anything could kill you
You could never have too many windows
Hold up, wait, everyone can see in though?
You could never have too strong a box spring
'Til you're too content to get up in the morning
You could never have too many pillows
Ooh child, you don't wanna get too wild, now. Do ya?
Don't get too comfortable.
Loosen up but don't forget that you're vulnerable. Hey
Ooh child, you don't wanna get too wild, now. Do ya?
Don't get too settled.
We recommend a break but don't break your momentum. Hey
You could never have too many pillows. Still though
Let me down gentle
Just let me down gentle
You could never have too many pillows. Still though
Let me down gentle
Just let me down gentle
Just let me down gentle

You could never have too many pillows
That's a lie, too much of anything could kill you
You could never have too many windows
Hold up, wait, everybody could see in though?
You could never have too comfy a bed
Until something wants you dead
It'll strike when you're vulnerable and tranquil
But you could never have too many pillows
I'd like to think i'm dying. Wouldn't we all?
Oh, time, the great healer which absolves sentient flaws
All for the cause, of course, up, 'til the charge too costly
That's a lot of pressure I'll try to be softer
He's coughin' up a lung, youngin's gnawin' on the thumb still
When i was that age I was lucky to be a grunt
Swillin' whiskey. Not concerned about a Lunchable in the lunch pale
Or the troll that ate the crumb trail. Both ways uphill
I've gotten so distracted asking, "What am I
Supposed to do when my father pass?"
That I forgot to water his plants
I often belabor my savior complex to death
Forgetting my mother labored to give me breath. Sometimes i'm edgy
Used to be all, "Hold me mommy. Breast feed me,"
And nowadays, I'm not convinced I'm grown up and less needy
Still on my infantile, "I don't wanna go to bed until my
Eyes are bulging red." So I overindulge instead
I'm growing codependent on my imaginary friends
They're slowly putting it together that I'm out of my erratic head
They'd rather me back inside instead, and I can't deny it's tempting
But I'm out here trying to expand. Let me down gently when I land
I'm predicting a, uh, violent atmosphere re-entry
Let the sensationalist have a field day
We both know this is gonna get messy
Like, "I'm goin' down in history, memorialize me however you'd like
Just remember to get the name and the measurements right, please."
You could never have too many pillows
That's a lie. Too much of anything could kill you
You could never have too many windows
Hold up, wait, everyone can see in though?
You could never have too strong a box spring
'Til you're too content to get up in the morning
You could never have too many pillows
Ooh child, you don't wanna get too wild, now. Do ya?
Don't get too comfortable.
Loosen up but don't forget that you're vulnerable. Hey
Ooh child, you don't wanna get too wild, now. Do ya?
Don't get too settled.
We recommend a break but don't break your momentum. Hey
You could never have too many pillows. Still though
Let me down gentle
Just let me down gentle
You could never have too many pillows. Still though
Let me down gentle
Just let me down gentle
Just let me down gentle