Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song -h-o-u-s-e-k-e-y-z-, artist - Field Medic. Date of issue: 01.10.2020
Song language: English
-h-o-u-s-e-k-e-y-z- |
| Traded my creative whim |
| For a level head and a phantom limb |
| You know chamomile is sweeter when |
| The sky is blushing, too |
| Tell me have you ever thought of |
| Leaving your boys behind |
| I got no concept of a savior |
| There’s nothing I could do |
| There’s nothing I could do |
| There’s something strange inside me |
| Diggin' holes with house keys |
| I’ve grown vulgar, vacant, and angry |
| So patient and passive |
| I thought that would make me wise |
| 'Cause in my mind I’m a ballerina |
| Straight off of Degas brush |
| And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess |
| In my life, I’m just so angry |
| 'Bout everything I never got |
| So when I fall I’m just the ugliest |
| I’m just the ugliest |
| I’m just the ugliest |
| There’s something strange inside me |
| Diggin' holes with house keys |
| I’ve grown vulgar, vacant, and angry |
| So patient and passive |
| I thought that would make me wise |
| Make me wise |
| Make me wise |
| Pale |
| But raging |
| With darkness |
| Like twilight |