Park Jefferson - classy milani | Текст песни

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I'll wake my eyes when it's time.
It's been a year and my bed is tired of waiting up for me.
I'll hold your hand when you come down.
God knows this is the last sad song you're getting out of me.

Hold my head up so I can see past your bullshit.
This tired conversation is going nowhere.

Amputate my arms so I'll never reach out to yours again.
I felt the sun set, lying in a cornfield with Devin.

Coastlines turn to canvases before our eyes.
Letters sent, stamped with "goodbyes."

When I wake up, I see painted birds that represent something that's become nothing.
You've become nothing.

What once helped me breathe is eating my lungs and choking me up. (people that we think we love, it's them we cannot trust)

So I'll move to Portland by myself, buy some furniture and silverware to eat dinner all alone.
I'm sorry for complaining all the time, this'll be the last song that I write, just like I said.
I won't pick up the phone.