Lyrics: Sputnik PC
Music: Sputnik PC
It's a Chopland Sedans
Sunrays broke your ceiling window
Somehow it didn't wake you up
I rolled through blankets to the floor
And then I cartwheeled out the door
Pirouetting through the winter weather
It cut my lips up like a knife
Couldn't pretend I didn't notice how my
Blood tasted just like the last time
Tasted, tasted
Just like disaster
My blood tasted just like disaster
Tasted, tasted
Have you felt a little lost
Where you don't know what to say
Where you've built up all this trust
Would you take it all away?
I texted you and said, "I'm here"
You sent a voice message, "I'll be right there"
Then you said something about chopland sedans
As if your words ran through a cursive text generator
I could feel the taste of blood
In my mouth yet again
Couldn't pretend I didn't notice how that
Voice sounded just like that last time
Tasted, tasted
Just like disaster
My blood tasted just like disaster
Tasted, tasted
Have you felt a little lost
Where you don't know what to say
Where you've built up all this trust
Would you take it all away?