Lyrics Gloom Boys - Waterparks

Gloom Boys

It’s kind of messed up
The only time I write
Is when I’m stressed or sad
And turn out the light
I’m afraid I messed up
And I’m not worth my blisters
Because birthdays and Christmas
Are not on my wish list
I like happy songs
With titles that don’t match at all
So spin the bottle in your brain
And match your weakness with a name
You’re so cold
I’ve got to know
What made you so
Scared to be alone?
I’ve got to know
Who chilled your bones
That wasn’t me
When I feel brave
And gather my words
My speech I gripped
Starts to slip and slur
I don’t want this black cloud anymore
I don’t want this dead doubt anymore
Weighing me down
Stressing me out
I like happy songs
With titles that don’t match at all
So spin the bottle in your brain
And match your weakness with a name
I like happy songs that sound nice
Even with their words like dog bites
Cutting through my hands
'Cause feeling is a rare thing for me
On my ceiling
I brought a knife to a gunfight
I brought my words to a fistfight
I brought my hell to you
And now the boys are back
The boys are sad