Pavement Palette - Waking Up in Brand New Pjs

Woke up this morning in a blanket of sweat
An orchestra is tuning itself in my head
But it's not as bad as I make it sound
You know, I am used to it when the Sun comes out
She's a hurricane in stockings and a thousand storms at once
The havoc that we made due to blunderbuss nuance
I wouldn't take it back, not even for a while
Those moments are entrapped in the valley of her smile

She's putting on her skirt, snake in place of a belt
It was not hissing at me, at least that's how I felt
The more I know myself, the more I hate my name
It's 7 AM and there's moth's blood on the doorframe
Last night was all black, I think my conscience slept
I'm sorry honey, was it me or was it someone else?
Either way I derailed from those blank and dead-end tracks
That I rode on as a skeleton, I'm tired of wearing cracks

The more I know myself the less I hate my name
Being satisfied with this pace means to be insane
By this point I am just repeating myself
It's a real struggle, please keep listening babe
Moth's blood is all dried up
Moth's blood is all dried up
The way we fought through fall
Transmits the urge to overhaul

Written by:
Matěj Luža

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