Sometimes I swear I'd trade this brain in for a fresh shipwreck
No life vest, no land in sight
Just a kiss from the drink
Numb and sunk
Have you ever felt like an island, or on the fringes of civilization
Lips dance like homeless ghosts on the highway, but I can't hear a goddamn thing
Still no coup
The crumbling moon chews through
Another blank page wasted on blistered youth.
Languid were our movements of blissful doubt
But we'll all bear the weight of expiration dates
Disassociated press nonsense; hot mess of a lukewarm welcome
Seldom now are the times I muster up the gusto
Stuffing crates with days that never owned a love note
Disassociated press nonsense; hot mess of a lukewarm welcome
Seldom now are the times I muster up the gusto
Stuffing crates with days that never could quite come close
Mother Earth, I beg you
Mother Earth, I beg you
Snuff the puppetry of sulky Father Time
If these walls could talk, would they sing
Would they even care to know afterglow
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Sometimes I swear I'd trade this brain in for a fresh shipwreck
No life vest, no land in sight
Just a kiss from the drink
Numb and sunk
Have you ever felt like an island, or on the fringes of civilization
Lips dance like homeless ghosts on the highway, but I can't hear a goddamn thing
Still no coup
The crumbling moon chews through
Another blank page wasted on blistered youth.
Languid were our movements of blissful doubt
But we'll all bear the weight of expiration dates
Disassociated press nonsense; hot mess of a lukewarm welcome
Seldom now are the times I muster up the gusto
Stuffing crates with days that never owned a love note
Disassociated press nonsense; hot mess of a lukewarm welcome
Seldom now are the times I muster up the gusto
Stuffing crates with days that never could quite come close
Mother Earth, I beg you
Mother Earth, I beg you
Snuff the puppetry of sulky Father Time
If these walls could talk, would they sing
Would they even care to know afterglow
No life vest, no land in sight
Just a kiss from the drink
Numb and sunk
Have you ever felt like an island, or on the fringes of civilization
Lips dance like homeless ghosts on the highway, but I can't hear a goddamn thing
Still no coup
The crumbling moon chews through
Another blank page wasted on blistered youth.
Languid were our movements of blissful doubt
But we'll all bear the weight of expiration dates
Disassociated press nonsense; hot mess of a lukewarm welcome
Seldom now are the times I muster up the gusto
Stuffing crates with days that never owned a love note
Disassociated press nonsense; hot mess of a lukewarm welcome
Seldom now are the times I muster up the gusto
Stuffing crates with days that never could quite come close
Mother Earth, I beg you
Mother Earth, I beg you
Snuff the puppetry of sulky Father Time
If these walls could talk, would they sing
Would they even care to know afterglow
Writer: Brandon Lupori
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid