Deadbolt
I always seem to see things that I shouldn't
I never seem to get it right
I always seem to paint such pretty pictures
But they're always in black and white
Everybody tells me that it isn't God's plan
And I'm just messing it all up
I know they're probably right and I should just bail
Turn my wheel towards the high road but
It feels good to go left
It feels good to misstep
I paved my own roads and built my own castles
I made a world for myself
And then the flood rushed in and threw it all sideways
And my heavens gave way to hell
Sometimes you just need to find a fog and lie in it
For a week or two on your own
Keep making things empty and shattering glass
And ripping out seams you've sewn
It feels good to forget
It feels good to reset
Babies split the bottle 'tween the two of them
Shut the blinds and locked the doors (Deadbolt)
One sprawled out on the lavender couch
And the other sat on the floor (Feet cold)
And the mannequin walked and the dial tone talked
And the dirt bled blood when it should've bled mud
Do you see what you do to me?
Do you see what you do to me?
I never seem to get it right
I always seem to paint such pretty pictures
But they're always in black and white
Everybody tells me that it isn't God's plan
And I'm just messing it all up
I know they're probably right and I should just bail
Turn my wheel towards the high road but
It feels good to go left
It feels good to misstep
I paved my own roads and built my own castles
I made a world for myself
And then the flood rushed in and threw it all sideways
And my heavens gave way to hell
Sometimes you just need to find a fog and lie in it
For a week or two on your own
Keep making things empty and shattering glass
And ripping out seams you've sewn
It feels good to forget
It feels good to reset
Babies split the bottle 'tween the two of them
Shut the blinds and locked the doors (Deadbolt)
One sprawled out on the lavender couch
And the other sat on the floor (Feet cold)
And the mannequin walked and the dial tone talked
And the dirt bled blood when it should've bled mud
Do you see what you do to me?
Do you see what you do to me?
Credits
Writer(s): Luna Blake
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