Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Penultimate , by - WSTR. Song from the album Red, Green or Inbetween, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 19.01.2017
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
Penultimate |
| I swear this isn’t what it looks like |
| This is not the end we’ll meet again just when the time’s right |
| I fell short upon my insight |
| Direction so different but we’re both cut from the same knife |
| I admit I’ve fallen behind |
| The only thing that’s clear in this frail mind |
| Is that her pocket’s where my demons lie |
| She controls the nightmares in my head |
| She’s the monster by my window ledge |
| Awakening the dead |
| Inform me what my loved ones said |
| She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from |
| She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on |
| I just need some time so I can clean up my act |
| I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that |
| Still can’t look myself in the mirror |
| Still kick myself for thinking we were better off alone |
| Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter? |
| You washed your hands of me and I get it |
| I’ll wait on my own until she decides |
| Should I rot or compose or leave me to die? |
| Wrote down all the times I burned |
| Won’t forget that you washed your hands of me and I get it |
| Nightmares in my head |
| She’s the monster by my window ledge |
| Awakening the dead |
| Inform me what my loved ones said |
| She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from |
| She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on |
| I just need some time so I can clean up my act |
| I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that |
| Still can’t look myself in the mirror |
| Still kick myself for thinking we were better |
| Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter? |
| You washed your hands of me and I get it |
| Nightmares in my head |
| She’s the monster by my window ledge |
| Awakening the dead |
| Inform me what my loved ones said |
| She controls the nightmares in my head |
| She’s the monster by my window ledge |
| Awakening the dead |
| Inform me what my loved ones said |
| She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from |
| She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on |
| I just need some time so I can clean up my act |
| I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that |
| Still can’t look myself in the mirror |
| Still kick myself for thinking we were better off alone |
| Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter? |
| You washed your hands of me and I get it |