Seethruskin - Paul Says, "Cool Ghoul" | Текст песни

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• Paul Says, "Cool Ghoul"

I needed the winter to wait till I was ready to face the cold again
But it passed me by, keeping consistent my illusions
She ends all conversations I'm glad that you don't hate me
I wanted to say I don't, that I just don't have the energy
I never found the room to breathe
I lived underneath your floors
Creeping quiet, ashamed and weak
Occupying space, relating weeks to wars
They make such beautiful portraits
Ones the likes of which I never knew
But I can't stand to look at them
When every affirmation is the same blue
These blistered hands remind me
I'm so alone I'm so alone
The twisted threads of my skin
Unwind, create dizzy vertigo
I bellowed all complaints, they named constraints I bored into their heads
I'm sorry Madilyn, you're a waste of time, my uncertified unconsciousness

And when piano keys ring deep
And when there's garbage in your head
I'll recognize who I am, but I won't remember your face longer than this
And I'm so sorry for said complexions
These are my table conversations
At what point did I lose touch enough
My eyes, turbines in constant rotation

Pre-ripped tshirts made of pretentious boys and girls
I relate to no one, songs and enclosed spaces
All of the avenue I needed existed in the lines
Painted neon on broken concrete
I gazed on moons and beacons
I laughed along when I was the joke
There were no warning signs to show them,
All that they knew was more so than I
My muscles tighten, complexities unknown to humankind
I betrayed shards of glass, so I expected when they robbed my vision blind
So I'm apologies, appalled appearances and autonomy
A savage cocktail I suppose, but what more could I have asked to keep
I'm made anew by midnights ring
A convalescent journey home
A buried book composed of poems, you would have loved me if I wrote

And when piano keys ring deep
And when there's garbage in your head
I'll recognize who I am, but I won't remember your face longer than this
And I'm so sorry for said complexions
These are my table conversations
At what point did I lose touch enough
My eyes, turbines in constant rotation

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