Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vanity's Fair, artist - A Lot Like Birds. Album song Conversation Piece, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 04.11.2013
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Vanity's Fair |
Hold your tongue |
It doesn’t own you |
Or does it by default? |
You can’t pretend that it’s not weighing you down |
Or that you really even want me around, 'cause you don’t |
I know that burdens are a girl’s best friend |
In the end, you’d give it up for the weekend |
You don’t even want me around, it’s okay |
It’s okay, it’s okay |
Oh |
We can’t look at you, you’re not the same |
I keep thinking you use your brain |
Already threw it away |
Don’t give a fuck what we say |
Already threw it away |
Already threw it away |
Oh no |
Learn to hold your tongue |
It doesn’t own you |
You can go but I might stay |
Yeah, I noticed that you’re so bored but I’m okay |
It’s not a problem for me |
Is it a problem for you? |
Hope not! |
And if you’re asking me to stick around then why is it |
When we separate you keep holding on and on? |
Oh, but not for long |
Not for long |
Aside from all the points turning thoughts into sickness |
All my stupid blind ambitions never fit inside your vision |
Maybe so, I don’t know |
Sure, I could’ve made it work |
Been the necessary jerk like you wanted me to be |
Aside from all the points turning thoughts into sickness |
All my stupid blind ambitions never fit inside your vision |
Maybe so, I don’t know |
Sure, I could’ve made it work |
Been the necessary jerk like you wanted me to be |
Aside from all the points turning thoughts into sickness |
All my stupid blind ambitions never fit inside your vision |
Maybe so, I don’t know |
Sure, I could’ve made it work |
Been the necessary jerk like you wanted me to be |
Aside from all the rest |
There’s a sickness in my thoughts |
Where the twist to every plot is |
What I think I am, I’m not |
Maybe so, I don’t know, I could never make it work |
But I sure could make it hurt |
Do you want this from me? |
And as you may recall, I never signed a thing at all |
You just started your addiction, I just started my withdrawal |
It seems to me the suit I wear is too tight at the neck |
But the tailor that is vanity is sure it fits me best |
It’s not a flattering color on me |
But I wear it always because |
My skin’s been sold, it’s always cold |
And all my methods seem too damn old |
I should’ve folded a long time ago |
I came in thinking that I’d know exactly what my part is |
Know all of the lines because I’d authored all the hardest |
But I didn’t have the will, so I don’t know why I started |
These empty ribs still have no room to fit a proper heart in |
So if all you want are flowers, then just plant yourself a garden |
Don’t rely on me |
Quit calling me to remind me I have many ways |
To remember all those things |
And even now I cling to them, it’s sad |
I know it’s hard but I swear it gets easier |
It just takes distraction and time |
I can’t tell if I’m undeservedly given to |
Or if I’m undeservedly giving what’s mine |