Song | Cruel Reminder |
Artist | Heatmiser |
Album | Mic City Sons |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gust, Smith | |
Dead stop on the curb | |
With eyes in back of my head | |
Curbside inside around parking ?? | |
Got a sore throat keeping you down | |
A sick desire been creeping around | |
Got a gallon of blood squeezing thru my chest | |
And the closer i am to you the thicker it gets | |
A knife in the back and stuck in one place | |
With a pat on the back and a slap on the face | |
Keep trying to see from a better position | |
It's no good | |
And it never really makes any difference | |
If it could | |
Sick of having to start all over again | |
Here comes a big insider, turn myself in | |
Thinking of ways to explain everything | |
This sick desire, don't you do a thing | |
Keep trying to see from a better position | |
It's no good | |
And it never really makes any difference | |
If it could | |
Sick of having my hear right all over my face | |
And the backseat drivers taking my place | |
Got me staring at you eyes dropped like lead | |
It's a cruel reminder and it's all in my head |
zuo qu : Gust, Smith | |
Dead stop on the curb | |
With eyes in back of my head | |
Curbside inside around parking ?? | |
Got a sore throat keeping you down | |
A sick desire been creeping around | |
Got a gallon of blood squeezing thru my chest | |
And the closer i am to you the thicker it gets | |
A knife in the back and stuck in one place | |
With a pat on the back and a slap on the face | |
Keep trying to see from a better position | |
It' s no good | |
And it never really makes any difference | |
If it could | |
Sick of having to start all over again | |
Here comes a big insider, turn myself in | |
Thinking of ways to explain everything | |
This sick desire, don' t you do a thing | |
Keep trying to see from a better position | |
It' s no good | |
And it never really makes any difference | |
If it could | |
Sick of having my hear right all over my face | |
And the backseat drivers taking my place | |
Got me staring at you eyes dropped like lead | |
It' s a cruel reminder and it' s all in my head |
zuò qǔ : Gust, Smith | |
Dead stop on the curb | |
With eyes in back of my head | |
Curbside inside around parking ?? | |
Got a sore throat keeping you down | |
A sick desire been creeping around | |
Got a gallon of blood squeezing thru my chest | |
And the closer i am to you the thicker it gets | |
A knife in the back and stuck in one place | |
With a pat on the back and a slap on the face | |
Keep trying to see from a better position | |
It' s no good | |
And it never really makes any difference | |
If it could | |
Sick of having to start all over again | |
Here comes a big insider, turn myself in | |
Thinking of ways to explain everything | |
This sick desire, don' t you do a thing | |
Keep trying to see from a better position | |
It' s no good | |
And it never really makes any difference | |
If it could | |
Sick of having my hear right all over my face | |
And the backseat drivers taking my place | |
Got me staring at you eyes dropped like lead | |
It' s a cruel reminder and it' s all in my head |