Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bleeding Hearts Club (Mpls. Chapter) , by - P.O.S. Release date: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bleeding Hearts Club (Mpls. Chapter) |
| It’s been a bit; |
| you look a little sick |
| You got the vibe of a ghost and I’m not equipped |
| But I can host, or I can drive, and a ride might be right |
| Just hit the gas and crash tonight |
| Must have been a beast |
| I bet you still rock a sweater in the heat, right? |
| And you can stand like it’s not that bad |
| But I only hear from you when it is, and you know that |
| My agenda, is pure, I’m sure you remember |
| The dialogue that occurred, I would render |
| The whole canvas blue |
| If it was just another bender to manage through |
| Guess it depends on the day-to-day |
| Most days I don’t even wanna see your face |
| Don’t say that you don’t need love; |
| it’s old |
| Act tough, but your blood’s exposed |
| I like the way you comb your hair |
| And I love them stylish clothes you wear |
| You’ve got some lights you’re down to share |
| It seems as if you want to care |
| Good luck: the game you play ain’t fair |
| Still stuck on why you’re standin' there |
| We’ll keep your name in silent prayer |
| Tear down that self-made cross you bear |
| I’ve been your ride the last few years |
| I’ve seen you through when no one’s there |
| I finally get why that’s the case |
| We let the liar lie in wake |
| Up, it don’t deserve my sleep |
| And I can’t catch a wink 'til you stop, 'til you think |
| 'Til you’re clean, 'til you quit, 'til you’re done; |
| this is it |
| I’m at the end of my rope |
| You’re at the end of your wick |
| Midday with your bright stage light on your |
| Mistakes, more weight and the frame might |
| Give way to the offbeat dance 'til the |
| Cit-ay and the concrete cracks in here |
| I still watch you cause I believe |
| There’s something true behind your teeth |
| It’s in them secrets that you keep |
| Fish out of water trying to breathe |
| I like the way you comb your hair |
| And I love them stylish clothes you wear |
| You’ve got some lights you’re down to share |
| It seems as if you want to care |
| Good luck: the game you play ain’t fair |
| Still stuck on why you’re standin' there |
| We’ll keep your name in silent prayer |
| Tear down that self-made cross you bear |
| Bear with me, it’s wrong to stare |
| But somehow I’m on it like it’s what you wanted |
| Now I’m here, whistlin' a song and tears |
| That might fall on a pair of distracted ears |
| Are you listening? |
| It’s the sound of toy handcuffs |
| And another voice you can’t trust |
| Disrupt the self-destruct |
| Waitin' for the ball to hit the ground just to watch it bounce up |
| Up, and down the same steps |
| We both have climbed that bind and connect us |
| I still feel the itch sometimes, but it lets up |
| You scratch 'til you bleed; |
| you bleed just to prove life |
| So you can see it with your own two |
| But it’s mixed with a mess and it’s not you |
| Can you hear me past the heartbeat? |
| Or do you only know I care when our eyes meet? |
| I like the way you comb your hair |
| And I love them stylish clothes you wear |
| You’ve got some lights you’re down to share |
| It seems as if you want to care |
| Good luck: the game you play ain’t fair |
| Still stuck on why you’re standin' there |
| We’ll keep your name in silent prayer |
| Tear down that self-made cross you bear |