13 nightmares of space

	作词 : Matthew Christopher Milia
	作曲 : Matthew Christopher Milia
	What can it mean to go it alone
	To quarantine the moments we've known
	And lock it away
	And bury the throne
	Of a hot summer bed in my heart?
	It's not smart
	To try to die
	When something so soft's standing by
	But why should I
	Deserve something only to lie?
	I don't know why I should
	Or whatever let me do it
	But if your sweetness
	Could defeat this for good
	I wouldn't hold you to it
	Placing the nightmares of space
	Between myself and the dearest face
	That I could every try to recall
	At all
	And if each threat
	That we came to regret
	As we'd shout it
	At the outlet mall
	Still dissolves there
	Broke and bare
	The worst shame
	All the same
	What can I do but become estranged
	From the truest true that the world had arranged
	For me to cling to
	But only deranged
	Sad as a dumpster at night?
	It's not right
	To kill the chill
	That defines the warmth there inside
	I'm ill and most likely will
	Never get right there inside
	But oh the pride
	When you were the one who knew me
	I cried
	When the angels of heat flew through me

	zuò cí : Matthew Christopher Milia
	zuò qǔ : Matthew Christopher Milia
	What can it mean to go it alone
	To quarantine the moments we' ve known
	And lock it away
	And bury the throne
	Of a hot summer bed in my heart?
	It' s not smart
	To try to die
	When something so soft' s standing by
	But why should I
	Deserve something only to lie?
	I don' t know why I should
	Or whatever let me do it
	But if your sweetness
	Could defeat this for good
	I wouldn' t hold you to it
	Placing the nightmares of space
	Between myself and the dearest face
	That I could every try to recall
	At all
	And if each threat
	That we came to regret
	As we' d shout it
	At the outlet mall
	Still dissolves there
	Broke and bare
	The worst shame
	All the same
	What can I do but become estranged
	From the truest true that the world had arranged
	For me to cling to
	But only deranged
	Sad as a dumpster at night?
	It' s not right
	To kill the chill
	That defines the warmth there inside
	I' m ill and most likely will
	Never get right there inside
	But oh the pride
	When you were the one who knew me
	I cried
	When the angels of heat flew through me