Ventilated (feat. Liam)
I've got the same old soggy issues in my jeans
A gnawing tastelessness
And blank thoughts in between
But I constantly feel like my socks are wet
And my pants are too tight
But I'm not driving home yet
And the only flavor is purple disease
But my mouth tastes like salt
And it's 90 degrees
When these flaws they start to bore me
I think of something boring
And I'll wander in the yard
So will you make up something for me
There's nothing left inside my head to talk about
It's time to dig up all my pain from long ago
And my pillow is warm on both of the sides
And its humid in here
But I can't say goodbye
Will you please wait for me to tie my shoes
We've been walking a while
And I don't want to loose you
When these flaws they start to bore me
I think of something boring
And I'll wander in the yard
So will you make up something for me
But I'll take your word
And cry myself to sleep
These nights could be worse
But I'm sick of counting sheep
When these flaws they start to bore me
I think of something boring
And I'll wander in the yard
So will you make up something for me
When these issues they come running
My face a carbon copy
Will my eyes begin to stare?
Will your hands ventilate me?
(Can you ventilate me)
(I feel otherworldly)
(God, I miss my family)
(I feel otherworldly)
A gnawing tastelessness
And blank thoughts in between
But I constantly feel like my socks are wet
And my pants are too tight
But I'm not driving home yet
And the only flavor is purple disease
But my mouth tastes like salt
And it's 90 degrees
When these flaws they start to bore me
I think of something boring
And I'll wander in the yard
So will you make up something for me
There's nothing left inside my head to talk about
It's time to dig up all my pain from long ago
And my pillow is warm on both of the sides
And its humid in here
But I can't say goodbye
Will you please wait for me to tie my shoes
We've been walking a while
And I don't want to loose you
When these flaws they start to bore me
I think of something boring
And I'll wander in the yard
So will you make up something for me
But I'll take your word
And cry myself to sleep
These nights could be worse
But I'm sick of counting sheep
When these flaws they start to bore me
I think of something boring
And I'll wander in the yard
So will you make up something for me
When these issues they come running
My face a carbon copy
Will my eyes begin to stare?
Will your hands ventilate me?
(Can you ventilate me)
(I feel otherworldly)
(God, I miss my family)
(I feel otherworldly)
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Writer(s): Bentley Thomas
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