Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Her Monologue, artist - Issues. Album song Black Diamonds, in the genre Пост-хардкорDate of issue: 12.11.2012
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Her Monologue |
| Being alone, are you scared of being alone? |
| Worried you’ll be a shadow |
| And terrified of getting old? |
| Insomnia tapers your eyelids |
| And the adderall taught you how I lived |
| So flip a coin for every shade of gray |
| I bet you pick a needle to bargain with |
| Heads; |
| I bet you fall asleep, get tangled in the sheets |
| Suffocate as you choke at the thought of your own dreams |
| You never fail to feel hollow |
| Now hush and let the dark swallow |
| Move a little closer, what are you afraid of? |
| Set the night on fire and baby, burn it up |
| Tattooed on your chest, I.S.S.U.E.S |
| Move a little closer, what are you afraid of? |
| (What are you afraid of?) |
| Xanies and panties on the floor |
| To numb the pain |
| Another one-night stand at the door, you go insane |
| I can see you sleep through your bedroom window |
| You’re killing yourself with lucid dreaming |
| I am manic depressive |
| Flipping coins for my fate |
| Now ain’t that impressive? |
| Tails; |
| you never fail to feel hollow |
| Now hush and let the dark swallow |
| Move a little closer, what are you afraid of? |
| Set the night on fire and |
| Baby, burn it up |
| Tattooed on your chest, I.S.S.U.E.S |
| Move a little closer, what are you afraid of? |
| (What are you afraid of?) |
| My mind goes on and on and on with you |
| Move a little closer, baby girl |
| I am manic depressive |
| Flipping coins for my fate |
| Now ain’t that impressive? |
| Like a coward in their darkest hour |
| Counting flowers for the petals when they love me not |
| Got you flippin' that position like a motherfuckin' opportunist |
| Play from the pawns of the discord |
| You’re burnin' out |
| Your stars are faded, why word 'em out? |
| Find freedom in the fact that no one will miss you |
| Come in, shut the door |
| And embrace your issues |
| (Inaudible arguing in the background) |
| Yo, look |
| I done heard a little bit about ISSUES |
| But none compared to the shit that I got with you |
| 'Cause I swear to God that you’ve got too much goin' on |
| Let’s start somethin' new |
| Lemme get my shit, lemme get in my whip, hit shift |
| Then I’ll drive to you |
| Let me think a bit 'bout this |
| 'Cause I been really iffy on whether or not I’m sliding through |
| You got me trippin' a little bit |
| And I’m thinkin' of figurin' how I can get it together |
| 'Cause I’m losin' |
| 'Cause I’m literally getting the feeling you get when you itching to keep that |
| drug you keep usin' |
| Excuse me |
| As I tear myself from the ground |
| And I keep to myself |
| 'Cause while I been thinkin' about the shit that you’re putting me through |
| I’m thinkin' that I’m a go with someone else |
| And I’m feelin' like: |
| Yeah, like a coward in their darkest hour |
| Counting flowers for the petals when they love me not |
| Got you flippin' that position like a motherfuckin' opportunist |
| Play from the pawns of the discord |
| You’re burnin' out |
| Your stars are faded why word 'em out |
| Find freedom in the fact that no one will miss you |
| Come in, shut the door |
| And embrace your— |
| Issues, issues, issues |
| No one will miss you |
| (Know I’m goin' miss you?) |
| Hey, yeah |