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Tomorrowland
01:59
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We're all lit up like Disneyland
And we're howling at the moon
As loud as we can
Laying in my bed
I can't sleep
All the creature are surrounding me
Dragging me down to the deep
Buy the ticket
Take the ride
I will celebrate
I will celebrate
I will celebrate the end
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I watched the smoke drift around the corner
As I thought about the night
I said "hello" and you just laughed
I smiled and pretend that it's alright
But it breaks my heart to know that you don't think of me anymore
I felt alone that night
When you said I had to go
It smells like smoke
I can't find my phone
And it's a long drive home
For me
I want it to storm
Because I know how much you hate them
I want it to pour
And wash away every scent of you
Because my lips can't tell my secrets
Half as good as you
I felt alone that night
When you said I had to go
It smells like smoke
I can't find my phone
And it's a long drive home
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I tried to get you out of my head
But I can barely get out of my own bed
Days turn to nights and nights bleed to weeks that all seem so bleak
You were high in the clouds when you said "I'll always love you"
It makes me feel so dumb
It makes my heart feel numb
Like I should trust no one
And thats so fucked up
It seems so simple
Just get over it
We're acting like kids
I think I'm over it
It makes me feel so dumb
It makes my heart feel numb
Like I should trust no one
And thats so fucked up
I'm gonna get you out of my head
I'm gonna get out of this bed
I'm not scared to spend these nights alone
I've already spent these weeks alone
The sun is coming up
The sun is coming up
(I don't need to spend my time here) The sun is coming up
(I don't need to spend my time here) The sun is coming up
Maybe I'm dumb but I can't help but think that
Someone somewhere sees exactly what I see
Maybe we should call it quits and everybody go home
I have a hard time concentrating
We all have a hard time concentrating
Maybe I'm dumb but I can't help but think that
Someone somewhere sees exactly what I see
Maybe we should call it quits and everybody go home
But I can't listen to this fucking record again
It's wearing out my soul
It scratches and skips
And I can't smoke a bowl until everyone goes to bed
Sick of spending all my fucking time alone
Sick of old stories and sick of old poems
And I can't help but think that maybe I should go
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