Song | The Blame Anxiety |
Artist | Day at the Fair |
Album | The Rocking Chair Years |
作曲 : Barker, Day At The Fair | |
You can cut to the bone with, all my angry obsessions, | |
All these chalky happy pills, and their consequences, | |
Am I done with sleeping? | |
Am I done with waking up? | |
And I'm tired of thinking, | |
That I've taken to much into my apologies, and lucid dreams, and fucked up thinking, | |
I bleed inside, | |
I fear my life, | |
I wake and I hide, | |
I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits, and agoraphobic dreams of happiness, | |
You can cut to the fucking point, of how I'm so frustrated, | |
As you strip away this fear, and you sand and paint it, | |
Am I done with drinking? | |
Am I done with waking up? | |
And I'm tired of thinking, | |
That I've taken to much into all I want to be, this ghost of me is far from leaving, | |
I dig inside, | |
I fear my life, | |
I wake and I hide, | |
I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits, and agoraphobic dreams of happiness, | |
I feel claustrophobic thinking, | |
That my skin is a prison in itself, | |
You want to share my cell? | |
I bleed inside, | |
I fear my life, | |
I wake and I hide, | |
I'll lose what I'll find, | |
I bleed inside, | |
I fear my life, | |
I wake and I hide, | |
I'll lose what I'll find |
zuò qǔ : Barker, Day At The Fair | |
You can cut to the bone with, all my angry obsessions, | |
All these chalky happy pills, and their consequences, | |
Am I done with sleeping? | |
Am I done with waking up? | |
And I' m tired of thinking, | |
That I' ve taken to much into my apologies, and lucid dreams, and fucked up thinking, | |
I bleed inside, | |
I fear my life, | |
I wake and I hide, | |
I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits, and agoraphobic dreams of happiness, | |
You can cut to the fucking point, of how I' m so frustrated, | |
As you strip away this fear, and you sand and paint it, | |
Am I done with drinking? | |
Am I done with waking up? | |
And I' m tired of thinking, | |
That I' ve taken to much into all I want to be, this ghost of me is far from leaving, | |
I dig inside, | |
I fear my life, | |
I wake and I hide, | |
I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits, and agoraphobic dreams of happiness, | |
I feel claustrophobic thinking, | |
That my skin is a prison in itself, | |
You want to share my cell? | |
I bleed inside, | |
I fear my life, | |
I wake and I hide, | |
I' ll lose what I' ll find, | |
I bleed inside, | |
I fear my life, | |
I wake and I hide, | |
I' ll lose what I' ll find |