Lyrics: Miyui
Music: Miyui
Arranger: Miyui
We've still got a three hour drive back.
We're not gonna be home until after midnight.
Well, if it really bugged you,
Johnny, you wouldn't do think I wanna blow Sunday on a scene like this,
living with the memory in the glass, everything is so wide in the past, can't see everything I try to be just ends up feeling in front of me. Brown hair, brown eyes, kind of pass on Soul by size. So I'm living with the four boys, though, with our childhood lies out by the back where a dog who used to sing, place me next to him. We'll never speak of this again. I found lust and petty smiles. I got lost in you for a while. The Ghost by the chair looking at us still pulling out my hair. I was a residence of your bed. The emotions you never fed even at this point in life, my psychiatrist says I was better off dead, both little white Bucha come grow my spine be the one who says you'll always be mine, but the fireside never burns that bright, dim with the shadows are sold on side. Bear wall flower is far from new to me, it's blasphemy. Thinking this is what love could be, suicidal thoughts creeping up the back of my neck, hanging the noose with good intentions and a welfare check.
Maybe I've just been
wishing too
much. Maybe I've just been
wishing,
living with the memory in the glass. Everything is so wide in the past can't see everything I try to be just ends up failing in front of me. Brown hair, brown eyes, can compare someone soul by size. So I'm living with the floorboards, though, with our childhood lies.I'll park in the driveway. Little grain never seems to end for the gutter, full of eyes stuff, a time when we can mend. But seriously, when did anxiety become too much to swallow. My backbone is burning a hole straight through. My bones is leaving me hollow. I guess I'm conscious to say, been thinking a lot lately with dreams of dying. I was stupid to think that you would change me. I became Mr. Breathing nicotine every time our lips touched. I guess this is a stretch, but black lungs never really meant much. I never did really mean that much, did
I I never really meant that much to you. I.