Couches
Cause every time i get lit
Cause every time i get lit
(I've been sleeping on the couch)
Cause every time i get lit
Cause every time i get lit
Come on in take a hit
I get high but i still feel like shit
And i dunno how to deal with it
Every time i get lit
I get this feeling like i should be doing something
So now i'm writing
Bout how my friends stopped replying
Bout how when something comes my way
I try not to get excited
Cause every time i fall flat on my face and i'm denied it
And i'm so god damn tired
And i'm wondering if my brain is fried yet
Im a bit sluggish and more prone to violence
Im slower in wit with recurring migraines
And youre still wondering what goes on up in my head
Sometimes i feel like crying but it won't come out
In throes of doubt i often let my innermost emotions out
Im close to shouting but i dont know if im spose to pout
Or go about my business in the usual manner
Put up an emotional banner i wear my heart on my sleeve
I dont mean to be needy but
Things get hard when you leave
And i get weird when im alone
Why won't you answer the phone
A million Crawling metal ants in my bones
And a jagged stone
In my throat
So now i'm sleeping on the couch cause i just can't stand our empty bed
And im trying to remember every single word you said
But i just can't get the awful thoughts out of my head
Our empty bed
Teachers said id never get it
But my answer was close
Shrinks said i might not ever unlodge
The stone in my throat
And i should go with the throes
And i should stick out less
And get my dick out less
Stop getting kicks from sex
Dont do it for validation
Just feel the nice sensations
Dont get impatient
And fuck up the whole rotation
They said dont do it for show
But what the fuck do they know
Im gonna stick out more
Im gonna stick to my guns
Doing shit just for fun
Im gonna stick to my dreams
Lay on the couch let it be
And if people wanna pay thats fine by me
But please give me some fucking money
Im sleeping on the couch cause i just can't stand our empty bed
And im trying to remember every single word you said
But i just can't get the awful thoughts out of my head
Our empty bed
Cause every time i get lit
(I've been sleeping on the couch)
Cause every time i get lit
Cause every time i get lit
Come on in take a hit
I get high but i still feel like shit
And i dunno how to deal with it
Every time i get lit
I get this feeling like i should be doing something
So now i'm writing
Bout how my friends stopped replying
Bout how when something comes my way
I try not to get excited
Cause every time i fall flat on my face and i'm denied it
And i'm so god damn tired
And i'm wondering if my brain is fried yet
Im a bit sluggish and more prone to violence
Im slower in wit with recurring migraines
And youre still wondering what goes on up in my head
Sometimes i feel like crying but it won't come out
In throes of doubt i often let my innermost emotions out
Im close to shouting but i dont know if im spose to pout
Or go about my business in the usual manner
Put up an emotional banner i wear my heart on my sleeve
I dont mean to be needy but
Things get hard when you leave
And i get weird when im alone
Why won't you answer the phone
A million Crawling metal ants in my bones
And a jagged stone
In my throat
So now i'm sleeping on the couch cause i just can't stand our empty bed
And im trying to remember every single word you said
But i just can't get the awful thoughts out of my head
Our empty bed
Teachers said id never get it
But my answer was close
Shrinks said i might not ever unlodge
The stone in my throat
And i should go with the throes
And i should stick out less
And get my dick out less
Stop getting kicks from sex
Dont do it for validation
Just feel the nice sensations
Dont get impatient
And fuck up the whole rotation
They said dont do it for show
But what the fuck do they know
Im gonna stick out more
Im gonna stick to my guns
Doing shit just for fun
Im gonna stick to my dreams
Lay on the couch let it be
And if people wanna pay thats fine by me
But please give me some fucking money
Im sleeping on the couch cause i just can't stand our empty bed
And im trying to remember every single word you said
But i just can't get the awful thoughts out of my head
Our empty bed
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Writer(s): Grim Dunkels
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