Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 813 Maryland St. , by - Hotel Books. Song from the album Run Wild, Young Beauty, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 06.04.2015
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
813 Maryland St. |
| She put a bullet through a bible and thought it would empower her, |
| but she felt nothing and tha’ts all she needed to finally feel nothing. |
| She stopped by my house the next morning and said, «I'm sorry, but I still don’t feel like this life is worth living, |
| yet all you can do». |
| I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said, «Darling, I’m sorry, but I’m glad I’m not you». |
| She said, «At least I know this is all temporary, but the carpet grains will still hold |
| stains … |
| even when we die». |
| You won’t have to face them but they will remain. |
| She said she had enough baggage to rattle the cage of rage, worthless page, |
| after page. |
| To rearrange the strange game of pain, seeking further into a strain of remains. |
| Tags with names, she felt like the lone survivor of a civil war of inner peace |
| versus inner desire. |
| Hoping somehow, to change, the casualties were her hope and her sanity, |
| a damaging callamity of fragile ideals being washed away, when waging war |
| against a staging of poor ideologies that led to death. |
| But at least she felt something and at last t all meant something. |
| There’s no way to see beuty when it’s just the blind leading the blind. |
| There’s no way to see beauty when it’s just losing love to justify lies. |
| There’s no way to see beauty when it’s just hte blind leading the blind. |
| There’s no way to see beauty when we lose love just to justify our stupid lies. |
| She said, «I watched my house catch fire and I didn’t feel a single thing». |
| Well, darling, congratulations, I wish I had that sort of inner peace. |
| I’m digging into catacombs, built beneath this frame I call a body and |
| expectations diminish as I uncover there’s nothing underneath hiding. |
| She had taken what I once needed to feel I could be something and I spent so |
| long being bitter, but now I’m finally celebrating, thanking god for those |
| moments where my eyes met hers and she was caught in the life that felt like |
| one rapid blur. |
| The spur of the moment cure for her boredom and my lack of adventure. |
| Wewere caught somewhere betweena pack of menthols she kept on the nightstand |
| where she would sleep and a broken down truck that used to drive into our |
| dreams, but now sad as an eyesore metaphor for the home we created to nourish |
| our |