Tortoise Shell Hell
Oh, every single string on my violin is snapped
But I don't really care, I don't play it anyway
And every single road in the city has been mapped in my mind
But I don't care, I don't go out anyway
The grass is turning yellow, like your eyes when you drink
It's all coming to a close, like my eyes when I think
That I'm gonna drown in oxygen, or overdose on vitamins
If you bring your good vibes, we'll probably let you in
Lucy, when you come home
Lucy, when you come home
Lucy, when you come home
Nobody will be here
I thought that we'd grow old together
But I'll live
The sky is beautiful, and miserable, just like me
There's clouds in the sky while the sun's suffocating
It's so real, and miserable, just like that dream I had
Where your best friend was trying to kill me
He stuck me in the oven, but the joke was on him
'Cause the gas took our souls and his malicious sin
With the fiery explosion, we were never seen again
No funeral, no tears, no second thoughts about propane
Lucy, when you come home
Lucy, when you come home
Lucy, when you come home
Nobody will be here
I thought that we'd grow old together
But I'll live
But I don't really care, I don't play it anyway
And every single road in the city has been mapped in my mind
But I don't care, I don't go out anyway
The grass is turning yellow, like your eyes when you drink
It's all coming to a close, like my eyes when I think
That I'm gonna drown in oxygen, or overdose on vitamins
If you bring your good vibes, we'll probably let you in
Lucy, when you come home
Lucy, when you come home
Lucy, when you come home
Nobody will be here
I thought that we'd grow old together
But I'll live
The sky is beautiful, and miserable, just like me
There's clouds in the sky while the sun's suffocating
It's so real, and miserable, just like that dream I had
Where your best friend was trying to kill me
He stuck me in the oven, but the joke was on him
'Cause the gas took our souls and his malicious sin
With the fiery explosion, we were never seen again
No funeral, no tears, no second thoughts about propane
Lucy, when you come home
Lucy, when you come home
Lucy, when you come home
Nobody will be here
I thought that we'd grow old together
But I'll live
Credits
Writer(s): Phoebe Christine Masteller
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