Lacoste and Silling
In the bathtub, that's where I've been swimming
Through memories that smell like gasoline
The fumes, they have me numb
I don't succumb, I don't succumb
In the blankets, that's where I've been wringing
The fantasies of my inner libertine
Restraint has me high-strung
I don't succumb, I don't succumb
In the château between Lacoste and Silling
I watch the light that cuts through the ceiling
That keeps me from getting
Used to the dark
But maybe I'd be better off
In the château, between summer and fall
In the attic, I'm hiding from the calls
As echoes of oversharing haunt the halls
And shame asks for blood
Like no other
My worst habits scream for a free for all
As I run out of reasons to stall
And time, time begs for change
Like no other
In the château between Lacoste and Silling
I watch the light that cuts through the ceiling
That keeps me from getting
Used to the dark
But maybe I'd be better off
What did I want so thick
I have to live through this?
What did I want so thick
I have to live through this?
What did I want so thick
I have to live through this?
What did I want so thick
I have to live through this?
Because I've spent all of my years
Looking at lines in the scripture
But the last puzzle piece always disappears
As I start to make out the big picture
Through memories that smell like gasoline
The fumes, they have me numb
I don't succumb, I don't succumb
In the blankets, that's where I've been wringing
The fantasies of my inner libertine
Restraint has me high-strung
I don't succumb, I don't succumb
In the château between Lacoste and Silling
I watch the light that cuts through the ceiling
That keeps me from getting
Used to the dark
But maybe I'd be better off
In the château, between summer and fall
In the attic, I'm hiding from the calls
As echoes of oversharing haunt the halls
And shame asks for blood
Like no other
My worst habits scream for a free for all
As I run out of reasons to stall
And time, time begs for change
Like no other
In the château between Lacoste and Silling
I watch the light that cuts through the ceiling
That keeps me from getting
Used to the dark
But maybe I'd be better off
What did I want so thick
I have to live through this?
What did I want so thick
I have to live through this?
What did I want so thick
I have to live through this?
What did I want so thick
I have to live through this?
Because I've spent all of my years
Looking at lines in the scripture
But the last puzzle piece always disappears
As I start to make out the big picture
Credits
Writer(s): Ana Olaya, Valentina Qaszulxkef
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