Songtexte Sober to Death - Live at Brooklyn Steel - Car Seat Headrest

This is a song off of Twin Fantasy, called "Sober to Death"

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Lovely lovely

In your jeans, frenzy

Another movie that I didn't watch with you (Oh, oh, oh)

Another movie and we're gonna have to move (No, no, no)

That final terror is in your house somewhere

Hiding in boxes, behind closed doorways

Out from the forest adjacent to your garage

I've seen its marks at the corner of your eyes

Nothing works for everyone

Good stories are bad lies

Take my hands off your neck and hold on to the ghost of my body

You know that good lies make bad stories

You can text me

When punching mattresses gets old

Don't think it'll always be this way

Not comforted by anything I say

We were wrecks before we crashed into each other

Such a good idea

If it turns you on

We have breakdowns (Oh, oh, oh)

And sometimes we don't have breakdowns (No, no, no)

I want to hear you going psycho

If you're going psycho I wanna hear

Every conversation just ends with you screaming

Not even words, just ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh

Hey-ey-ey

Oh-oh-oh

Hey-ey-ey

Take my hands off your neck and hold on to the ghost of your body

I know that good lies make bad stories

You can text me

When punching mattresses gets old

What if it'll always be this way?

Not comforted by anything you say

We were wrecks before we crashed into each other