Lyrics: Conor Thomas Roy Wharton
Music: Conor Thomas Roy Wharton
Treat my body like it’s a rental
Let alone the state of mental
Breaking down is so incidental
At this point just take the keys
Think I forgot the meaning of gentle
Drink until I get sentimental
Topping up my beer talking off your ear
Walking out of here at least it’s not uneventful
Motion Sickness
Giving days up to numb my mind
Posting Pictures
I couldn’t tell you the place or time
Where all of this shit
Was so important to me and now
I’m looking back I looking back I
Couldn’t change how it all went down
Down down down
Now it goes down
Did I lose my way
Or just confuse it with the way that I behave
Am I to blame
For driving you away
Or did you find a place that you prefer to stay
Don’t make me wait
Give a **** if I might offend you
I don’t care but I can pretend to
Although I think you know what I mean to do
Was make you talk to me
Smiling ear to ear on the dance floor
Playing dumb is all that I ask for
Tell another joke go and grab our coats
Lighting up a smoke walking out of the back door
Motion Sickness
As I stay up and come to find
That no prescription
Can bring me back to that place and time
Where all of this shit
Was so important to me and now
I’m looking back I guess I’m that guy
Couldn’t change how it all went down
So it goes down
Did I lose my way
Or just confuse it with the way that I behave
Am I to blame
For driving you away
Or did you find a place that you prefer to stay
Don’t make me wait
Cause I can’t take another twist or any more turns
Nauseous when I think about the way that we we were
But I keep holding onto feelings that I knew from before
This motion sickness has me down on the floor
You know I’ll **** it up **** it up **** it up lately
Run it up run it up what am I chasing
I don’t have no brakes to hold me
Back from feeling ****ing lonely
You know I’ll **** it up **** it up **** it up lately
Run it up run it up what am I chasing
I don’t have no brakes to hold me
Back from feeling ****ing lonely