There's comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool I'm holding my breath for you There's no doubt in my mind that if you could then you would try To crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right through
There's comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool I'm holding my breath for you There's no doubt in my mind that if you could then you would try To crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right through
But I'm a creature of a culture that I create I'm the last one on the dance floor As the chandelier gives way And I am permanently Preoccupied with your past I've been around long enough now To know that the good things never last They never last.
There's comfort in the silence of a living room The TV is on for you Hide in your basement while your house burns down Your teeth are loose inside of your gums They will eventually fall out Follow an orange extension cord under a carpet, to a closet door Feeding the black light that will someday make me very, very, very, very, very rich.
But I'm a creature of a culture that I create And I'm the last one on the dance floor As the chandelier gives way And I am permanently Preoccupied with your past I've been around long enough now To know that the good things never last They never last.
How low is your self esteem And how low could it possibly be? I know, I know you're in love with me And I've been ignoring you
I will stop cutting my pants into shorts I will address the issues I cannot ignore And I will do the things I think you might like And I will be alone probably the rest of my lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
