Talk about your feelings.
I'm goin pitch black.
Talk about my feelings.
I don't wanna, f*ck that.
It don't believe me I mustn't whip that.
Soft as the pillow is, ship this shit back.
Stand up and notify the registry.
I'm buying a house in a shit storm economy.
Make love, I plagiarized the books I read.
My infinite wisdom, belligerent at lightning speed.
I'll go get the decider.
I'll be the center divider.
I could be more than just "Hey bro, listen."
I'll be claiming you flaggin.
I'll be braggin I'm admin.
I could fulfill the people's crave for pigskin.
(Who am I kidding?)
And I'm assuming that you're worth it.
You would never break my heart.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Bleed me out and leave no scar.
(Who am I kidding?)
I got a feeling I deserve it.
Wanna hurt me? Baby, get in line.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Stare until it makes me blind.
Prey on my spirit til you come alive.
Hydrate my fire 'til it smolders out.
Can't fight the feeling this is meaningless.
Who am I kidding I can't breathe without...
Oh, it's calling me.
I can't turn away.
Treat me like a slave.
I'll come willingly.
Oh, you're the reason I get out of bed.
Still can't fight the feeling this is meaningless.
Small world syndrome, I can hear your criticism, buh- buh- bouncing off the base of my buttons.
(Meaningless)
You bluffin.
I could go get the biggest brick so you could break in.
I could constrict the citizen to make a payment.
Talk about your feelings.
I'm goin pitch black.
Talk about my feelings.
I don't wanna, f*ck that.
It don't believe me I mustn't whip that.
Soft as the pillow is, ship this shit back.
(Who am I kidding?)
And I'm assuming that you're worth it.
You would never break my heart.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Bleed me out and leave no scar.
(Who am I kidding?)
I got a feeling I deserve it.
Wanna hurt me? Baby, get in line.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Stare until it makes me blind.
The Cuddler Video (MV)
Performed By: Dance Gavin Dance
From Album: Instant Gratification
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: TILIAN PEARSON, TIMOTHY FREERICK, JONATHAN MESS, MATTHEW MINGUS, WILLIAM SWAN
Year: 2015
Dance Gavin Dance - The Cuddler Lyrics
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Talk about your feelings.
I'm goin pitch black.
Talk about my feelings.
I don't wanna, f*ck that.
It don't believe me I mustn't whip that.
Soft as the pillow is, ship this shit back.
Stand up and notify the registry.
I'm buying a house in a shit storm economy.
Make love, I plagiarized the books I read.
My infinite wisdom, belligerent at lightning speed.
I'll go get the decider.
I'll be the center divider.
I could be more than just "Hey bro, listen."
I'll be claiming you flaggin.
I'll be braggin I'm admin.
I could fulfill the people's crave for pigskin.
(Who am I kidding?)
And I'm assuming that you're worth it.
You would never break my heart.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Bleed me out and leave no scar.
(Who am I kidding?)
I got a feeling I deserve it.
Wanna hurt me? Baby, get in line.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Stare until it makes me blind.
Prey on my spirit til you come alive.
Hydrate my fire 'til it smolders out.
Can't fight the feeling this is meaningless.
Who am I kidding I can't breathe without...
Oh, it's calling me.
I can't turn away.
Treat me like a slave.
I'll come willingly.
Oh, you're the reason I get out of bed.
Still can't fight the feeling this is meaningless.
Small world syndrome, I can hear your criticism, buh- buh- bouncing off the base of my buttons.
(Meaningless)
You bluffin.
I could go get the biggest brick so you could break in.
I could constrict the citizen to make a payment.
Talk about your feelings.
I'm goin pitch black.
Talk about my feelings.
I don't wanna, f*ck that.
It don't believe me I mustn't whip that.
Soft as the pillow is, ship this shit back.
(Who am I kidding?)
And I'm assuming that you're worth it.
You would never break my heart.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Bleed me out and leave no scar.
(Who am I kidding?)
I got a feeling I deserve it.
Wanna hurt me? Baby, get in line.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Stare until it makes me blind.
I'm goin pitch black.
Talk about my feelings.
I don't wanna, f*ck that.
It don't believe me I mustn't whip that.
Soft as the pillow is, ship this shit back.
Stand up and notify the registry.
I'm buying a house in a shit storm economy.
Make love, I plagiarized the books I read.
My infinite wisdom, belligerent at lightning speed.
I'll go get the decider.
I'll be the center divider.
I could be more than just "Hey bro, listen."
I'll be claiming you flaggin.
I'll be braggin I'm admin.
I could fulfill the people's crave for pigskin.
(Who am I kidding?)
And I'm assuming that you're worth it.
You would never break my heart.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Bleed me out and leave no scar.
(Who am I kidding?)
I got a feeling I deserve it.
Wanna hurt me? Baby, get in line.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Stare until it makes me blind.
Prey on my spirit til you come alive.
Hydrate my fire 'til it smolders out.
Can't fight the feeling this is meaningless.
Who am I kidding I can't breathe without...
Oh, it's calling me.
I can't turn away.
Treat me like a slave.
I'll come willingly.
Oh, you're the reason I get out of bed.
Still can't fight the feeling this is meaningless.
Small world syndrome, I can hear your criticism, buh- buh- bouncing off the base of my buttons.
(Meaningless)
You bluffin.
I could go get the biggest brick so you could break in.
I could constrict the citizen to make a payment.
Talk about your feelings.
I'm goin pitch black.
Talk about my feelings.
I don't wanna, f*ck that.
It don't believe me I mustn't whip that.
Soft as the pillow is, ship this shit back.
(Who am I kidding?)
And I'm assuming that you're worth it.
You would never break my heart.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Bleed me out and leave no scar.
(Who am I kidding?)
I got a feeling I deserve it.
Wanna hurt me? Baby, get in line.
The way you're killing me is perfect.
Stare until it makes me blind.
Writer: TILIAN PEARSON, TIMOTHY FREERICK, JONATHAN MESS, MATTHEW MINGUS, WILLIAM SWAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
