Can't Lives in a House on Won't Street
Lyrics
Brain matter sadder than ever before
Hanging from Saturns rings until I melt to the floor
If only lonely paid me I'd be rich in an hour
I am the petal you throw away, when love me not gets louder
Tongue in cheek grief just to heat seek peace
I'm the last drops in a bottle you've thrown at the street
The Asphalt soaking up my faults between the cracked pieces
Jesus please just clean up your salt
Pirouette to leave the room, In their fake impending doom
Maybe if they see the bullshit
They'll leave the preacher at his pulpit
Angels grateful for the fall, warming up to burn us all
If love was made to cure the dark, then why is finding it so hard?
Lick the envelope to send my regards
If Christ is shining light through glass I'll pick up the shards
And draw lines under my chin and in my wrist
I hope that hell you speak of is better than this
Who am I to pretend that I know any better?
I'm only asking who's responsible for the weather
Leather bound pages speak of ghosts in the sky
But I have trouble seeing without my own eyes
Pirouette to leave the room, In their fake impending doom
Maybe if they see the bullshit
They'll leave the preacher at his pulpit
Angels grateful for the fall, warming up to burn us all
If love was made to cure the dark, then why is finding it so hard?
Pirouette to leave the room, In their fake impending doom
Maybe if they see the bullshit
They'll leave the preacher at his pulpit
Angels grateful for the fall, warming up to burn us all
If love was made to cure the dark, then why is finding it so hard?
Writer(s): Zakkary Moreno
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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