Conclusion Club
In that dead lunchroom one could smell
An acrid perfume of paint
Wouldn't discern a single move from them
I wish for a tempest or a wildfire, wish for an earthquake
For a black hole to suck it all up
Can't wait for my time to stop being wasted
If everybody's agreeing, you're in the wrong place
And every time you've been proven wrong and couldn't get it
I slept it away, slept it away
And every time you've been proven wrong and couldn't get it
I slept it away, not anymore
In that closed bedroom one would say
Loneliness more than one had thought
Because of the silence, black and white pictures
And the blinking lights outside
Wish they could be turned off or smashed up
Wish the dark anonymity was back
Outside of the rules they mistake for pride
If everybody's agreeing, you're in the wrong place
In that wet parking lot one noticed
White lines on the ground
Fallen leaves clogging up the gutter on the side
No one's been here for a very long time
But maybe art school drop-outs
Prototype of a stranger that cared so much no one bought it
Still can't figure out the rules we're played by
An acrid perfume of paint
Wouldn't discern a single move from them
I wish for a tempest or a wildfire, wish for an earthquake
For a black hole to suck it all up
Can't wait for my time to stop being wasted
If everybody's agreeing, you're in the wrong place
And every time you've been proven wrong and couldn't get it
I slept it away, slept it away
And every time you've been proven wrong and couldn't get it
I slept it away, not anymore
In that closed bedroom one would say
Loneliness more than one had thought
Because of the silence, black and white pictures
And the blinking lights outside
Wish they could be turned off or smashed up
Wish the dark anonymity was back
Outside of the rules they mistake for pride
If everybody's agreeing, you're in the wrong place
In that wet parking lot one noticed
White lines on the ground
Fallen leaves clogging up the gutter on the side
No one's been here for a very long time
But maybe art school drop-outs
Prototype of a stranger that cared so much no one bought it
Still can't figure out the rules we're played by
Credits
Writer(s): Bertrand Neveu
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