| Sick of being in my head and thinking about my fate and worried about my health
|
| Wanna waste away my days with a pretty young thing and blow through all my
|
| wealth
|
| I made some mistakes, not so good with planning
|
| But I got some skills in easy living
|
| Cut my ties with desperation
|
| And learned to live with a little sensation
|
| Hey!
|
| Just for the day we’ll pretend I’m made of money
|
| I’ll be your sugar daddy
|
| Hey!
|
| Let’s make a fool of ourselves and crash a party
|
| Act like we own the place
|
| Act like we own the place
|
| Swinging back and forth
|
| All my faults are peaking past the surface
|
| Is it worth it to fall back down?
|
| Please make way for the special invented armor
|
| Mental protection if reality is raging harder
|
| Hello mister mime, hello medicine,
|
| I believe denial makes me hella intelligent
|
| We’re way too caught up in the race with time
|
| It’s getting hard to take it in
|
| We’re trying hard to be the first in line
|
| Just wanna be a kid again
|
| A kid again
|
| Sick of being in my head and thinking about my fate and worried about my health
|
| Wanna waste away my days with a pretty young thing and blow through all my
|
| wealth
|
| Overwhelmed Again
|
| Sing out
|
| Out
|
| Bury it away
|
| Hey!
|
| Just for the day we’ll pretend I’m made of money
|
| I’ll be your sugar daddy
|
| Hey!
|
| Let’s make a fool of ourselves and crash a party
|
| Act like we own the place
|
| Act like we own the place
|
| Killing all the flies
|
| I’m not done swinging back and forth yet
|
| Forgive me for what I will do
|
| Please make way for the special invented armor
|
| Mental protection if reality is raging harder
|
| Hello mister mime, hello medicine,
|
| I believe denial makes me hella intelligent
|
| I know we trust each other
|
| Don’t fail the litmus
|
| We all need partners for the pain of existence
|
| My bedroom chemistry set ended up on your pinterest
|
| Fledging allegiance to a few common interests
|
| Claw my way to the top of the centipede
|
| The sum of its parts is prescribing me symmetry
|
| Every bone picked and decision was orchestrated
|
| Cut the head off and the legs’ll call the action complacent |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death of a Strawberry (Tree City Sessions), artist - Dance Gavin Dance. Album song Tree City Sessions, in the genre Пост-хардкор