Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Exit, Pt. 2 (Dying in the Living Room), artist - Kaonashi.
Date of issue: 18.01.2016
Song language: English
Exit, Pt. 2 (Dying in the Living Room) |
A tight hug goodbye |
Before I catch the last train home |
I’ve learned to |
A tight hug goodbye |
Before I catch the last train home |
I’ve learned to |
Appreciate them more than I used to |
See, when you’re living at the bottom |
Everyone looks so much taller |
Honestly, we’re all just standing on thin ice |
But our denial is so rock solid, it feels nice |
Just waiting for the insecurity hammer |
To smash our «I don’t care’s» |
And our Instagram posts and our Facebook quotes |
And the way that you laugh when you don’t even get the joke |
See, I always feel alone, when I’m at home or at a show |
When I’m with all of my friends, and I just have to |
Pretend that I’m having the time of my life |
When really it’s just fucking passing me by |
I’ll never understand why |
We drink just to feel sober |
Life is a hangover, dying in the living room |
It will always be me versus them |
It’s like I always feel awkward or embarrassed or frustrated |
Or uncomfortable, and I’m just so tired of being angry |
So fucking tired of being |
I hate my friends |
I hate the weekends |
That same car ride home |
That I’ve come to know |
Seeing is believing |
And I don’t see the point in anything anymore |
I’m unimpressed by the friday night enthusiasm |
Tired of the Saturday morning gossip |
No, I didn’t hear about what happened last night |
And it’s always the same excuses |
«No, really, I’m fine, I’m just tired» |
We all just want something to talk about |
We all just want something to talk about |
Throw away the red cup |
Drink with your hands |
A tight hug goodbye before I |
Catch the last train home |
I’ve learned to appreciate |
Them more than I used to |
Seeing is believing, I don’t see |
The point in anything anymore |
People, places; |
they all change |
But the feeling stays the same |
Bags under my eyes |
Sidewalks, streetlights; |
Can I crash here tonight? |
The life of the party |
Is dying on the couch |
Her friend is on the porch |
Trying to figure out |
«And I just want to know when’s it gonna end?» |
«And I just want to know what am I supposed to do?» |
Still haven’t found my exit |
Still stuck in my old ways |
Still haven’t found my exit |
But I’m searching every day |
Still haven’t found my exit |
Still stuck in my old ways |
Still haven’t found my exit |
But I’m searching every day |
Still haven’t found my exit |
Still stuck in my old ways |
Still haven’t found my exit |
But I’m searching every day |