ventolin (alpine)
There is something in my home that's holding me here
I give it water, feed its bones, still it wraps around me
Yes, I know where I should go to release myself
Underwater, getting older, broken shelves
And I've been wanting to unbottle
Digging into the snow
Riding along with you
Needing something to tell
Feet itchy, unwell
Cigarette ashes fell
Something out there on the sea flashing blue and green
Cream and you are underneath something imitating me
Egg shells like the autumn leaves crashing tambourines
Threnody of thrushes sing my ears cacophony
Letting everything become hell
Hearing your death knell
Nail, coffin, muddy trail
Bottom of a well
Someone down here come and help
Move your body, move yourself
'Cause you were busy ironing, the tears fell down your cheek
Standing in the doorway yelling I go brush my teeth
There is something in my home, think that it's a ghost
Sometimes, when I'm all alone, I catch its smell
Head is wobbly, eyes are blurry, I am scared
Is it memory of the bloody mess in there?
Making something of myself
Being able to sleep well
Trusting you for help
Wanting to unbottle
Learning to do it so
I'm not overwhelmed
Hit me hard and as I yell the tears roll down your cheek
I sleepwalk later that night, naked and in a dream
Nighttime fear plus Ventolin, just trying to breathe
Something silent in the night, I try to forget it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I try to forget it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I try to forget it
Oh, oh
I try to forget it
Oh, oh
I try
I give it water, feed its bones, still it wraps around me
Yes, I know where I should go to release myself
Underwater, getting older, broken shelves
And I've been wanting to unbottle
Digging into the snow
Riding along with you
Needing something to tell
Feet itchy, unwell
Cigarette ashes fell
Something out there on the sea flashing blue and green
Cream and you are underneath something imitating me
Egg shells like the autumn leaves crashing tambourines
Threnody of thrushes sing my ears cacophony
Letting everything become hell
Hearing your death knell
Nail, coffin, muddy trail
Bottom of a well
Someone down here come and help
Move your body, move yourself
'Cause you were busy ironing, the tears fell down your cheek
Standing in the doorway yelling I go brush my teeth
There is something in my home, think that it's a ghost
Sometimes, when I'm all alone, I catch its smell
Head is wobbly, eyes are blurry, I am scared
Is it memory of the bloody mess in there?
Making something of myself
Being able to sleep well
Trusting you for help
Wanting to unbottle
Learning to do it so
I'm not overwhelmed
Hit me hard and as I yell the tears roll down your cheek
I sleepwalk later that night, naked and in a dream
Nighttime fear plus Ventolin, just trying to breathe
Something silent in the night, I try to forget it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I try to forget it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I try to forget it
Oh, oh
I try to forget it
Oh, oh
I try
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Writer(s): Benedict Johnson
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