Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Champagne, artist - K.Flay.
Date of issue: 11.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Champagne |
Champagne in the kitchen not because I bought it but because |
I’m crashing an apartment and somebody left it open |
So I poured it in a cup, drank it up |
I got the devil in my head but angels swimming in my blood |
Plus the conscience of my dead dad |
Plus my living mama plus my other father who raised me not to be sad |
And my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs |
And my sister who’s been living like a saint for so damn long |
While I’ve been fucking sinning til the lights come up and mics catch us saying |
shit that we never really meant |
Crew wears all black stuff but we all act like we’re so different |
But everybody bleeds right? |
Everybody’s waiting for the phone to ring |
Yeah everybody seems fine |
But everybody’s got pieces missing |
At minimum I’d like a little medicine to make me feel like everything |
Diminishing the venom that been harshing all my mellows I’m continuing to fight |
against the sentiment that make me want to die |
In a world full of uptight gentlemen I wanna find a boy smelling like sweet |
cinnamon to quote some Tennyson while we take Benadryl to make my head a bit |
extra light |
I feel it, I want it |
I need it, I love it |
I’m looking for something |
To make me feel nothing |
I feel it, I want it |
I need it, I love it |
I’m looking for something |
To make me feel nothing |
Driving through the bay, pray for understanding |
I’ll be silent for a day, wait until I vanish and I’m fighting for a break, |
vacant kind of passion |
Never really can account for all the ways in which I’ve acted |
Tried to call my daddy but he’s been gone a decade so I’m drinking like an |
addict til I’m fucking with a headache |
Happiness sporadic so I’m crying on a Wednesday |
Not trying to be combative but I’m dealing with some dead weight |
Verbalize the hurt inside make me wanna burn alive |
My heart was never broken it was circumcised |