Song | Demon of White Sadness - normal |
Artist | Marah |
Album | If You Didn't Laugh, You'd Cry |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I don't know what I feel inside | |
The Demon sighs in the dashboard lights | |
He lights a cigarette with his fingernail | |
As he circling our block | |
Now I don't quite understand about love | |
The Demon snacks on a pickled dove | |
He parks his Nova about behind your truck | |
And comes in without a knock | |
Chorus: | |
Bleeding out of small cuts in my skin | |
White sadness, the Demon, the demon | |
Hurt to hurt from hurt comes the new pain | |
White sadness, the Demon, my demon | |
Now I don't feel like I wanna feel | |
The Demon waits as we finish our meal | |
He glares at photos of us on the fridge | |
And then he glares at us for real | |
I often dream about going back | |
The Demon's eyes go from clear to skunk black | |
He gropes your breasts with necessary attack | |
As you suck his lips of fire | |
Chorus 2x | |
Fallin' out of favor was my favorite thing | |
‘Til I took the pill that made you real |
I don' t know what I feel inside | |
The Demon sighs in the dashboard lights | |
He lights a cigarette with his fingernail | |
As he circling our block | |
Now I don' t quite understand about love | |
The Demon snacks on a pickled dove | |
He parks his Nova about behind your truck | |
And comes in without a knock | |
Chorus: | |
Bleeding out of small cuts in my skin | |
White sadness, the Demon, the demon | |
Hurt to hurt from hurt comes the new pain | |
White sadness, the Demon, my demon | |
Now I don' t feel like I wanna feel | |
The Demon waits as we finish our meal | |
He glares at photos of us on the fridge | |
And then he glares at us for real | |
I often dream about going back | |
The Demon' s eyes go from clear to skunk black | |
He gropes your breasts with necessary attack | |
As you suck his lips of fire | |
Chorus 2x | |
Fallin' out of favor was my favorite thing | |
' Til I took the pill that made you real |
I don' t know what I feel inside | |
The Demon sighs in the dashboard lights | |
He lights a cigarette with his fingernail | |
As he circling our block | |
Now I don' t quite understand about love | |
The Demon snacks on a pickled dove | |
He parks his Nova about behind your truck | |
And comes in without a knock | |
Chorus: | |
Bleeding out of small cuts in my skin | |
White sadness, the Demon, the demon | |
Hurt to hurt from hurt comes the new pain | |
White sadness, the Demon, my demon | |
Now I don' t feel like I wanna feel | |
The Demon waits as we finish our meal | |
He glares at photos of us on the fridge | |
And then he glares at us for real | |
I often dream about going back | |
The Demon' s eyes go from clear to skunk black | |
He gropes your breasts with necessary attack | |
As you suck his lips of fire | |
Chorus 2x | |
Fallin' out of favor was my favorite thing | |
' Til I took the pill that made you real |