The Ship That Shot Itself
Please don't describe the way it feels to you
The way it feels
In other words
In other words
The human race it wishes to relate
Its thoughts and rhymes
To other worlds
In other words
Some things we push away, the thoughts of you
Without me
They seem to stay
And play with me
And when I listen to someone else
It makes me think
That I can kill myself
And somehow save myself
I'll catch you next time that I fall
If you promise that you'll call again
I'll call you back again
There comes a time when the lights are on
And no one's home
Because you left
You left them on
It feels good to know that someone's out of mind
Out of time
Only to think of you
So when I listen to someone else
It makes me feel like I should kill myself
And maybe save myself
And when I listen to myself
I think that everyone else should kill themselves
And maybe, save themselves
Please don't describe the way it feels to you
The way it feels
In other words
In other words
The human race it wishes to relate
Its thoughts and rhymes
To other worlds
In other words
Some things we push away, the thoughts of you
Without me
They seem to stay
And play with me
And when I listen to someone else
It makes me think
That I can kill myself
And somehow save myself
The way it feels
In other words
In other words
The human race it wishes to relate
Its thoughts and rhymes
To other worlds
In other words
Some things we push away, the thoughts of you
Without me
They seem to stay
And play with me
And when I listen to someone else
It makes me think
That I can kill myself
And somehow save myself
I'll catch you next time that I fall
If you promise that you'll call again
I'll call you back again
There comes a time when the lights are on
And no one's home
Because you left
You left them on
It feels good to know that someone's out of mind
Out of time
Only to think of you
So when I listen to someone else
It makes me feel like I should kill myself
And maybe save myself
And when I listen to myself
I think that everyone else should kill themselves
And maybe, save themselves
Please don't describe the way it feels to you
The way it feels
In other words
In other words
The human race it wishes to relate
Its thoughts and rhymes
To other worlds
In other words
Some things we push away, the thoughts of you
Without me
They seem to stay
And play with me
And when I listen to someone else
It makes me think
That I can kill myself
And somehow save myself
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Richard, William Etling, Jesse Hoy, Michael Hughes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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