| Song | Classy Milani |
| Artist | Park Jefferson |
| Album | Park Jefferson |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Nicholas Stutsman |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Nicholas Stutsman |
| [00:51.649] | I'll wake my eyes when it's time |
| [00:55.449] | It's been a year and I'm getting tired |
| [00:58.456] | Of waiting up for you |
| [01:04.315] | I'll hold your hand when you come down |
| [01:07.070] | God knows this is the last sad song |
| [01:09.770] | You're getting out of me |
| [01:15.472] | Hold my head up so I can see |
| [01:18.372] | Right past your bullshit |
| [01:20.689] | And this tired conversation is going nowhere |
| [01:26.621] | I'll amputate my arms |
| [01:27.993] | So I'll never reach out to yours again |
| [01:30.797] | I felt the sunset lying in a cornfield with Devin |
| [01:37.264] | Coastlines turn to canvases before our eyes |
| [01:47.052] | Letters sent stamped with goodbyes |
| [02:20.745] | When I wake up I see painted birds |
| [02:27.934] | That represent something |
| [02:32.135] | That's become nothing |
| [02:37.524] | We've become nothing |
| [02:41.343] | What once helped me breathe |
| [02:43.236] | Is eating my lungs and choking me up |
| [02:46.662] | (People that we think we love) |
| [02:52.089] | What once helped me breathe |
| [02:53.550] | Is eating my lungs and choking me up |
| [02:58.695] | (It's them we cannot trust) |
| [03:21.743] | So I'll move to Portland by myself |
| [03:23.861] | Buy some furniture and silverware |
| [03:27.045] | And eat dinner all alone |
| [03:31.407] | I'm sorry for complaining all the time |
| [03:33.993] | This'll be the last time that I write |
| [03:37.287] | Just like I said, I won't pick up the phone |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Nicholas Stutsman |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Nicholas Stutsman |
| [00:51.649] | I' ll wake my eyes when it' s time |
| [00:55.449] | It' s been a year and I' m getting tired |
| [00:58.456] | Of waiting up for you |
| [01:04.315] | I' ll hold your hand when you come down |
| [01:07.070] | God knows this is the last sad song |
| [01:09.770] | You' re getting out of me |
| [01:15.472] | Hold my head up so I can see |
| [01:18.372] | Right past your bullshit |
| [01:20.689] | And this tired conversation is going nowhere |
| [01:26.621] | I' ll amputate my arms |
| [01:27.993] | So I' ll never reach out to yours again |
| [01:30.797] | I felt the sunset lying in a cornfield with Devin |
| [01:37.264] | Coastlines turn to canvases before our eyes |
| [01:47.052] | Letters sent stamped with goodbyes |
| [02:20.745] | When I wake up I see painted birds |
| [02:27.934] | That represent something |
| [02:32.135] | That' s become nothing |
| [02:37.524] | We' ve become nothing |
| [02:41.343] | What once helped me breathe |
| [02:43.236] | Is eating my lungs and choking me up |
| [02:46.662] | People that we think we love |
| [02:52.089] | What once helped me breathe |
| [02:53.550] | Is eating my lungs and choking me up |
| [02:58.695] | It' s them we cannot trust |
| [03:21.743] | So I' ll move to Portland by myself |
| [03:23.861] | Buy some furniture and silverware |
| [03:27.045] | And eat dinner all alone |
| [03:31.407] | I' m sorry for complaining all the time |
| [03:33.993] | This' ll be the last time that I write |
| [03:37.287] | Just like I said, I won' t pick up the phone |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Nicholas Stutsman |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Nicholas Stutsman |
| [00:51.649] | I' ll wake my eyes when it' s time |
| [00:55.449] | It' s been a year and I' m getting tired |
| [00:58.456] | Of waiting up for you |
| [01:04.315] | I' ll hold your hand when you come down |
| [01:07.070] | God knows this is the last sad song |
| [01:09.770] | You' re getting out of me |
| [01:15.472] | Hold my head up so I can see |
| [01:18.372] | Right past your bullshit |
| [01:20.689] | And this tired conversation is going nowhere |
| [01:26.621] | I' ll amputate my arms |
| [01:27.993] | So I' ll never reach out to yours again |
| [01:30.797] | I felt the sunset lying in a cornfield with Devin |
| [01:37.264] | Coastlines turn to canvases before our eyes |
| [01:47.052] | Letters sent stamped with goodbyes |
| [02:20.745] | When I wake up I see painted birds |
| [02:27.934] | That represent something |
| [02:32.135] | That' s become nothing |
| [02:37.524] | We' ve become nothing |
| [02:41.343] | What once helped me breathe |
| [02:43.236] | Is eating my lungs and choking me up |
| [02:46.662] | People that we think we love |
| [02:52.089] | What once helped me breathe |
| [02:53.550] | Is eating my lungs and choking me up |
| [02:58.695] | It' s them we cannot trust |
| [03:21.743] | So I' ll move to Portland by myself |
| [03:23.861] | Buy some furniture and silverware |
| [03:27.045] | And eat dinner all alone |
| [03:31.407] | I' m sorry for complaining all the time |
| [03:33.993] | This' ll be the last time that I write |
| [03:37.287] | Just like I said, I won' t pick up the phone |