landslide
I want a landslide to call my own
I want to feel it take control
I want a landslide to call my own
I want to feel it shake the earth, lose control
I've been thinking way too much
For my own good
I've been drinking way to much
For my own good
And it shows
I want a gun to shoot you with
I want a knife to slash my wrists
I want a landslide to cover me
Everybody's waiting for your call
To start their day
But it's so inconsequential
And they'll start it anyway
I've been thinking way too much
For my own good
I've been waiting way too long
For my own good
And it shows
Another spoiled twenty-something
Brat walks in the room, makes me sick
Only one way to go from here
And here i go, going down down down down down
I want a landslide
I want a landslide
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want a gun to shoot you with
I want a knife to slash my wrists
I want a landslide to cover me
When you first crawled past my table
You had looked so young and able
You could turn back tide and tempest
You were strong alive and earnest
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want a landslide
I want to feel it take control
I want a landslide to call my own
I want to feel it shake the earth, lose control
I've been thinking way too much
For my own good
I've been drinking way to much
For my own good
And it shows
I want a gun to shoot you with
I want a knife to slash my wrists
I want a landslide to cover me
Everybody's waiting for your call
To start their day
But it's so inconsequential
And they'll start it anyway
I've been thinking way too much
For my own good
I've been waiting way too long
For my own good
And it shows
Another spoiled twenty-something
Brat walks in the room, makes me sick
Only one way to go from here
And here i go, going down down down down down
I want a landslide
I want a landslide
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want a gun to shoot you with
I want a knife to slash my wrists
I want a landslide to cover me
When you first crawled past my table
You had looked so young and able
You could turn back tide and tempest
You were strong alive and earnest
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want an ocean
I want a landslide
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Writer(s): Matthew Spagnolo, Patrick Borrelli
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