Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Died With You, artist - Hotel Books. Album song Run Wild, Young Beauty, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 06.04.2015
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
I Died With You |
Break this bread like you broke his body and raise a glass above your eye level. |
Boast in the moments that leave a stable memory to scare away the remains of |
the devil. |
Let that alcohol burn out the demons in your mouth, spitting venom on lovers, |
leaving them with doubt. |
Just don’t choke on communion or those emotions. |
Swallow down a staining memory |
before it’s washed out. |
My guilty conscience was a chaser for every broken rib, every shred of skin, |
my selfish repentance, my need to feel clean just so I can copy and paste the |
same burden. |
Rinsing cuts with alcoholic remedies to bury the pharisees, chasing my apathy |
with a need for attention. |
A retention of amens to cover the blood drips and bloodshed of broken men |
who put purpose to the regurgitated blood dripping from the mouth of me and my |
emotions, |
and that’s why that I can’t feel any of this. |
If I didn’t die with you, I don’t think I’ve ever lived. |
If I didn’t try to save you, it just shows my selfishness. |
If I didn’t die with you, I don’t think I’ve ever lived. |
If I didn’t try to save you, it just shows my selfishness. |
Offer it to the serpents that listen to the end of this. |
Always hide who you want to be until it’s gone, I can see that I don’t have |
anything at all. |
The naked cannot clothe the poor in spirit with oxygen |
and the wine I tasted reminded me of the night she took advantage of my advances |
rather than the blood sacrifice that I can make a better decision. |
A guilty conscience is better than no consideration I guess |
but the rest is placed in a test of time versus how much I care about my own |
mess. |
When I can’t see the beauty in her scars but only the body in her dress, |
how is this love when the scars paved the way to the truth in all of this? |
The comfort of existence removed my need to chase love and I conformed to |
something fake |
cause it’s easier than turning to above rather than trusting |
that I can make up my own ending, something I can break. |
I trusted your love and listened to every word that you said, |
I had so many words to say but now they’re just stuck in my head. |
I trusted your love and listened to every word that you said, |
I had so many words to say but now they’re just stuck in my head. |
I trusted your love and listened to every word that you said, |
I had so many words to say but now they’re just stuck in my head. |
I trusted your love and listened to every word that you said, |
I had so many words to say but now they’re just stuck in my head. |
Now this wine is a bitter sting rather than something sweet |
and I have all I want but nothing that I need. |
I have nothing. |
Nothing. |
I trusted your love and listened to every word that you said, |
I had so many words to say but now they’re just stuck in my head. |