![Faultline - Girlpool](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/32847569283393925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 28.04.2022
Song language: English
Faultline |
Everyday it’s Friday night |
I hold my body like a butcher knife |
Smiling for the camera eyes closed |
Doing anything you ask I suppose |
You tell me you would die to breathe me in |
I know there’s no excuse for oxygen |
So I will make your bed my graveyard |
Let the world run through my soft parts |
And I live at this faultline |
Between the edge of solitude and hope |
I’m shaking in a sentimental trope |
And all the stars apologize for night |
I don’t blame them I’ve wanted to sometimes |
I don’t know what to tell you where I’ve been |
My body’s just a landscape for your sin |
And all the days regrets the city lights |
I know its just the fault of the faultline |
Every week keeps slipping by |
In this imitation paradise |
The angels make me sorry when I err |
From the way they want me everywhere |
Can’t you see I’m sinking further in |
Wish you could reimburse my oxygen |
I gave you everything and then some more |
Left you with nothing to be looking for |
Will I die at this faultline? |
Between the edge of entropy and woe |
I wanted everything so much it grows |
Until I can’t manage this appetite |
I loved you so traumatically that I |
Can barely lift the world you left for me |
There’s lots of ghosts I somehow still can see |
Holding onto me for our dear life |
All these bodies always touching mine |