Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Market Street (Chardonnay, Diamonds, & Me), artist - Kaonashi.
Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Market Street (Chardonnay, Diamonds, & Me) |
My decline aged fine like wine |
My decline aged fine like wine |
Fermented incidents |
My decline aged fine |
My decline aged fine like wine |
Fermented incidents cemented in letter grades |
And missed phone calls |
Mom leaving voicemails |
While dad kept his fists balled |
Look at everything that tough love solved |
Sorry I missed your call |
Sorry I missed your call |
Sorry I missed your call |
Please just let me talk |
Please just let me talk |
Please just let me talk |
Screaming never helps communication |
But sometimes being mean lets them know you were nice |
The whole fucking time |
I want to find middle ground and you just wanna break it down |
My decline aged like fine wine |
My decline aged like fine wine |
Fermented incidents |
My decline aged like |
Every time I walk in this house I can feel it |
The 20 questions I answer like a silent dancer |
Scared of what my voice tone might show |
My Expression Express |
You used to hit the table so hard it would hit my chest |
You used to scream at me for things that I can never forget |
And then would tell me to try my best |
Try my best? |
My best what? |
Impression of progression? |
Development or recovery? |
Parenting isn’t intimidation |
Now that’s a part of me |
Sorry I missed your call |
Sorry I missed your call |
Sorry I missed your call |
Please just let me talk |
Please just let me talk |
Please just let me talk |
Taylor told me she gets out at 9, she works at Amore |
Nah, her parents said that I could stay over, it’s all good |
We got in her car and then she took a right |
And then a left, and then a right at the light then we stopped |
And we got Checkers and we listened to Coheed and it helped |
I need someone I need help |
I’ve got my girl, I’ve got my friend |
I’ve got so many problems and this large cherry Fanta |
And I can’t stop crying and now everyone’s getting worried |
And it’s so damn hard to be weak in front of people |
And it’s so damn hard for me to actually say what’s wrong |
Sorry I missed your call |
Please just let me talk |
I feel so much better on floors and couches |
Than I do in my own bed |
Don’t talk to me about blood, or about thickness |
Or about water or what’s for the best |
I feel so much better on floors and couches |
Than I do in my own bed |
Don’t talk to me about blood, or about thickness |
Or about water or what’s for the best |
Cause that shit just don’t apply |
That’s me dying in the living room |
That’s me dying in the living room |