marriage counseling ! - sullivan biddle, 1852

I want you to go back
To the field where you watched me die
Cause it's so heartbreaking to wait
And they were all different people
But their souls came back together
And evil returns to evil
And our souls will mate eternal
And I know that it's unlikely
But dear god is it so comforting
That death's not death
And my life's not over-

Yet
My life's not over yet
I'm ready to die
Oh, I'm so ready to die

And I'm touching my phone
Like it's the one I love
Grabbing the small of its back
As we drift into sleep
And men want sex
And girls want love
And I want some nicotine
And my mom I guess she wants what is best
For me

Imagine being intangible
Oh, imagine being happy
Imagine being a ghost
Watching the ones that you love

Pass you by
Like some poltergeist
In this haunted, this haunted house of mine
And I just really wanna die

I regret the things I said in bed
My brain had spilled all over your head
And to think I that thought this could be
Something I thought of fondly
I'm overdrawn, all knotted up
And tired of thoughts I've had enough
Here you come, some snide remark and I
can't take it
I can't take it

But I know that I gotta be the one
That's always wrong
But dear god just this once
Can't you be the one who is wrong
Just this once

"Let's carve our names into everything
Pick up a couple felonies
Be a total public nuisance
For the sake of love and a punk attitude"
Whatever you say
Your wish is my command
My beautiful buttercup
I'm no Andre

Written by:
Mason Baszniak

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