Song | Competitive Love, Competitive Drugs |
Artist | An Angle |
Album | We Can Breathe Under Alchohol |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Angle | |
Well they thought your eyes were yellow | |
But they are actually brown | |
And their concern is with liquor | |
But water makes you drown | |
So you step out of your new house | |
On the corner of P and 24 | |
And see normal people | |
Drive on normal roads | |
As your walk to your favorite bar | |
And every step that you take | |
Your brain makes a sober stay | |
And you said you wanted to do this âtil the end | |
But you forgot the last sentence to the requiem | |
Well competitive love don't mean competitive drugs | |
And you're sticking with it | |
Cause it's all you got | |
But maybe you're so drunk | |
That you forgot | |
And you write short stories | |
on women that never long | |
Cause I gave up, I gave up on love | |
And you watch your lips | |
Press up on a glass | |
That you can hardly grasp | |
And they say âwell kid | |
maybe death's the only scene That will ever lastâ | |
Buts the towels laced with a bit of hope | |
She tried to choke you so the liquid wouldn't go | |
And now you're stuck with a medical bill | |
Well brick my brick | |
And stone by stone girl | |
Well I built you up | |
And I'm gonna bring you down | |
I'm gonna bring you down | |
I'm gonna bring you down | |
I'm gonna bring you down...down, down |
zuo qu : Angle | |
Well they thought your eyes were yellow | |
But they are actually brown | |
And their concern is with liquor | |
But water makes you drown | |
So you step out of your new house | |
On the corner of P and 24 | |
And see normal people | |
Drive on normal roads | |
As your walk to your favorite bar | |
And every step that you take | |
Your brain makes a sober stay | |
And you said you wanted to do this til the end | |
But you forgot the last sentence to the requiem | |
Well competitive love don' t mean competitive drugs | |
And you' re sticking with it | |
Cause it' s all you got | |
But maybe you' re so drunk | |
That you forgot | |
And you write short stories | |
on women that never long | |
Cause I gave up, I gave up on love | |
And you watch your lips | |
Press up on a glass | |
That you can hardly grasp | |
And they say well kid | |
maybe death' s the only scene That will ever last | |
Buts the towels laced with a bit of hope | |
She tried to choke you so the liquid wouldn' t go | |
And now you' re stuck with a medical bill | |
Well brick my brick | |
And stone by stone girl | |
Well I built you up | |
And I' m gonna bring you down | |
I' m gonna bring you down | |
I' m gonna bring you down | |
I' m gonna bring you down... down, down |
zuò qǔ : Angle | |
Well they thought your eyes were yellow | |
But they are actually brown | |
And their concern is with liquor | |
But water makes you drown | |
So you step out of your new house | |
On the corner of P and 24 | |
And see normal people | |
Drive on normal roads | |
As your walk to your favorite bar | |
And every step that you take | |
Your brain makes a sober stay | |
And you said you wanted to do this til the end | |
But you forgot the last sentence to the requiem | |
Well competitive love don' t mean competitive drugs | |
And you' re sticking with it | |
Cause it' s all you got | |
But maybe you' re so drunk | |
That you forgot | |
And you write short stories | |
on women that never long | |
Cause I gave up, I gave up on love | |
And you watch your lips | |
Press up on a glass | |
That you can hardly grasp | |
And they say well kid | |
maybe death' s the only scene That will ever last | |
Buts the towels laced with a bit of hope | |
She tried to choke you so the liquid wouldn' t go | |
And now you' re stuck with a medical bill | |
Well brick my brick | |
And stone by stone girl | |
Well I built you up | |
And I' m gonna bring you down | |
I' m gonna bring you down | |
I' m gonna bring you down | |
I' m gonna bring you down... down, down |