歌词
作词 : Nicholas Stutsman
作曲 : Nicholas Stutsman
I'll wake my eyes when it's time
It's been a year and I'm getting tired
Of waiting up for you
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
Right past your bullshit
And this tired conversation is going nowhere
I'll amputate my arms
So I'll never reach out to yours again
I felt the sunset 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
We've become nothing
What once helped me breathe
Is eating my lungs and choking me up
(People that we think we love)
What once helped me breathe
Is eating my lungs and choking me up
(It's them we cannot trust)
So I'll move to Portland by myself
Buy some furniture and silverware
And eat dinner all alone
I'm sorry for complaining all the time
This'll be the last time that I write
Just like I said, I won't pick up the phone