All Ric and No Flair
You darted up in your sleep
And there are tendrils pulling at you
That beckon to see these sheets no more
You're a girl on borrowed time
And I'm a man with nothing to lose
They're coming through the blinds tonight
The tendrils always tugging at me
When I'm at home
And it's only when they sleep
And I've been rearranged and sewn together
That I am whole.
It will take time. It will take practice.
You darted up in your sleep
And there are tendrils pulling at you
That beckon to see these sheets no more
You're a girl on borrowed time
And I'm a man with nothing to lose
It will take time. It will take practice.
It will take all these things you've got no use for.
I can't save you from your sleep
I can't save enough money to buy you a drink
In this godforsaken bar
Full of patrons full of cheap ideas
And cheap shots of bottom shelf liquor
And in the corner the jukebox is
Playing some shitty Replacements ripoff song I've never heard
And there in front of me, a shot that some old guy bought me.
It tastes like guilt.
It takes like what I deserve.
It tastes like home.
Considering the circumstance
I guess there's nothing left to do except
Swallow it whole.
They're coming through the blinds tonight
The tendrils always tugging at me
When I'm at home
And it's only when they sleep
And I've been rearranged and sewn together
That I am whole.
And there are tendrils pulling at you
That beckon to see these sheets no more
You're a girl on borrowed time
And I'm a man with nothing to lose
They're coming through the blinds tonight
The tendrils always tugging at me
When I'm at home
And it's only when they sleep
And I've been rearranged and sewn together
That I am whole.
It will take time. It will take practice.
You darted up in your sleep
And there are tendrils pulling at you
That beckon to see these sheets no more
You're a girl on borrowed time
And I'm a man with nothing to lose
It will take time. It will take practice.
It will take all these things you've got no use for.
I can't save you from your sleep
I can't save enough money to buy you a drink
In this godforsaken bar
Full of patrons full of cheap ideas
And cheap shots of bottom shelf liquor
And in the corner the jukebox is
Playing some shitty Replacements ripoff song I've never heard
And there in front of me, a shot that some old guy bought me.
It tastes like guilt.
It takes like what I deserve.
It tastes like home.
Considering the circumstance
I guess there's nothing left to do except
Swallow it whole.
They're coming through the blinds tonight
The tendrils always tugging at me
When I'm at home
And it's only when they sleep
And I've been rearranged and sewn together
That I am whole.
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Abert, Christopher Dondoros, Daniel Sullivan, Kevin Vance
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