Doomer's Delight

There's a fan in your living room
I'm watching it spinning
Round and round like my mind
Keeps on thinking
My head hurts
And so do my eyes
I'm feelin' pretty sticky
Go on and cry
Doom is impending
This bed is a tomb
But with you next to me
We might get exhumed
So we'll just sit here crying, calling out hello
Will we be saved?
Who even knows?
I walked back
To your house
You were sitting there with the scissors in your hair
You fucking scare me
Cacophony in my thoughts
Fuck
When the moon is right
The sand turns to sugar
The headlights on the trees
The road is red
I thought I shimmered gold
But I really gleam charcoal
I want to hold silver
I want to hold silver
I want to hold silver



Credits
Writer(s): William Roberts
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