These Lullabies
All of our songs can be lullabies
And all our rhymes can appear so very kind
We've got eternity to linger in these halls of your mind
But I'll never have a life, outside of these lines
We never have to leave
Unless you want to, of course
We can return to our sacred records
And all our ultraviolent chords
If it all goes down tonight, find me at your door
A broken little love song, I hope it's not a bore
Run out to the suburbs, a picture-perfect life
Exist how we were meant to, if that's really what you'd like
Just promise me one thing, one thing is all
That we will end up on the water, oh, this fall
I'll quit smoking if you'll quit drinking
We'll build a life on white lies, and leaving
I think I've been the same forever
I think you have too
Since the days of sirens, since the days of blues
Since the days of swimming out in your pool
Find me a three out in the heat
Remind me where I am and tell me to breathe
I need this like I need these songs
A life without them is a life lived gone
If it all goes down tonight, find me at your door
A broken little love song, I hope it's not a bore
Run out to the suburbs, our picture-perfect life
Exist how we were meant to, if that's really what you'd like
And all our rhymes can appear so very kind
We've got eternity to linger in these halls of your mind
But I'll never have a life, outside of these lines
We never have to leave
Unless you want to, of course
We can return to our sacred records
And all our ultraviolent chords
If it all goes down tonight, find me at your door
A broken little love song, I hope it's not a bore
Run out to the suburbs, a picture-perfect life
Exist how we were meant to, if that's really what you'd like
Just promise me one thing, one thing is all
That we will end up on the water, oh, this fall
I'll quit smoking if you'll quit drinking
We'll build a life on white lies, and leaving
I think I've been the same forever
I think you have too
Since the days of sirens, since the days of blues
Since the days of swimming out in your pool
Find me a three out in the heat
Remind me where I am and tell me to breathe
I need this like I need these songs
A life without them is a life lived gone
If it all goes down tonight, find me at your door
A broken little love song, I hope it's not a bore
Run out to the suburbs, our picture-perfect life
Exist how we were meant to, if that's really what you'd like
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Writer(s): Maeve Maher
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