Troubled Drinks
One, run away with you
Desert my bags of imaginary cash?
Two, a "sit right back down"
Is what we'll get in return
From some apprehensive ass
Three, I'm troubled with loving drinks
As far as it seems I'll be lost breathing
Four, baby, how do you find the door
That came in front of a pit to more?
Five, a 'Life' is a crime to somebody
Forget why we cried?
We're sweating no doubt
A time where we grieve and you shake
Sing them more than what you sing for me
We're processing my feelings
I'm selfishly appearing with gold pain
Church key infected earrings
I got in that one dream
Still hurts
I'm known I don't know what got into me
The only time I bite the lightning
Is when I got this awful tattoo
In some broken linen snake yellow sheet
Somehow it was lovely
I said somehow someone shove me
The air's got mold and my nose is dripping
To the tips of my toes and through my sole
Be careful with that dumb love, Moon Stuff
Don't breathe
There's something in the air
I swear it ain't me
I don't wanna seem lonely
I don't wanna sing
I swear I don't sing
I won't it ain't me
Don't drink
Don't breathe
It's coming from the bottom of everything
It's coming from the bottom of everything
It's coming from the bottom of everything
It's coming from the bottom of everything
Desert my bags of imaginary cash?
Two, a "sit right back down"
Is what we'll get in return
From some apprehensive ass
Three, I'm troubled with loving drinks
As far as it seems I'll be lost breathing
Four, baby, how do you find the door
That came in front of a pit to more?
Five, a 'Life' is a crime to somebody
Forget why we cried?
We're sweating no doubt
A time where we grieve and you shake
Sing them more than what you sing for me
We're processing my feelings
I'm selfishly appearing with gold pain
Church key infected earrings
I got in that one dream
Still hurts
I'm known I don't know what got into me
The only time I bite the lightning
Is when I got this awful tattoo
In some broken linen snake yellow sheet
Somehow it was lovely
I said somehow someone shove me
The air's got mold and my nose is dripping
To the tips of my toes and through my sole
Be careful with that dumb love, Moon Stuff
Don't breathe
There's something in the air
I swear it ain't me
I don't wanna seem lonely
I don't wanna sing
I swear I don't sing
I won't it ain't me
Don't drink
Don't breathe
It's coming from the bottom of everything
It's coming from the bottom of everything
It's coming from the bottom of everything
It's coming from the bottom of everything
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Writer(s): Thomas Valles, Xavier Sanchez
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