Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 25, artist - The Smith Street Band. Album song More Scared of You Than You Are of Me, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 06.04.2017
Record label: Pool House, Remote Control, Uncle M
Song language: English
25 |
It was so cold in the top room |
But I didn’t wanna risk waking you |
So I let it sit in my feet and my fingers |
With everything I burn, the dull ache, it lingers |
And I don’t know if I’ll be able to complete |
What other people do each day without noticing |
And I don’t know if I’ll be able to compete |
With the way I feel these days about almost everything |
One bad week for a life of breathing |
A few nights lay awake for an eternity of sleeping |
I wanna feel it now |
Cough me in, breathe me in and spit me out |
I am someone in your passenger’s seat |
I’m your punching bag |
I will let you kick the shit outta me |
And I’ll hold your hand |
I’ll be whatever you tell me to be |
And I’ll understand |
Breathing out cold air in my own house |
And wondering why I could not afford a solution to that by now |
And I’m sure everything seems romantic |
In reality, it’s uncomfortable to deal with |
Falling asleep every other afternoon |
To the sound of being alone and having nothing to do |
And I’m sure moving in straight away made you feel safe |
But it probably wasn’t great for my mental state |
And one bad week for a life of breathing |
A few nights lay awake for an eternity of sleeping |
Wanna feel it now |
Cough me in, breathe me in and spit me out |
I am someone in your passenger’s seat |
I’m your punching bag |
I will let you kick the shit outta me |
While I hold your hand |
I’ll be whatever you tell me to be |
And I’ll understand |
If I can’t see |
A future for you without evil |
A future for me without you will |
Only make it better |
So I start hoping |
Then I stop smoking |
Because the ducks are in a row and |
This is my best chance to get my shit together |
When I turned twenty-five, I was terrified |
Still haven’t learnt to do the dishes |
My mum was my age when I became alive |
So I stopped hoping and I quit smoking |
Because the writing’s on the wall |
And it’s been there for a while |
And it sure is nice to remember things, yeah |
I am someone in your passenger’s seat |
I’m your punching bag |
I’ll let you kick the living shit outta me |
And I’ll hold your hand |
I am whatever you tell me to be |
And I understand |