Car Seat Headrest - Kitty Pryde lyrics
[Car Seat Headrest - Kitty Pryde lyrics]
Cold water rain one day later
She'd already caught her flight
Early in the morning
Beds were offered, beds were made
But there's always a hotel room, waiting
You wouldn't want the night to
Not belong to you
I saw Kitty Pryde at
The Modern Journalism Panel
Talking into her sweatshirt
Moving her hands in front of her face
Her mortal frame suffocated by fame
When she'd ask for none
Just got fucked by good luck
And I, and I and I, and I
I didn't give a shit
Will you still produce heat?
When are you gonna get an album out?
Would you want to climb the ladder?
The rungs are prison bars
Put your feet on the frozen floor
Glide around from man to fan
And maybe you can find someone
Who won't ask any questions
Is that what you want? Is that what you need?
I saw Kitty Pryde at
The Modern Journalism Panel
Talking into her sweatshirt
Moving her hands in front of her face
Her mortal frame suffocated by fame
When she'd ask for none
Just got fucked by good luck
And I, and I and I, and I
I didn't give a shit
She was banished from the city of Rome
But she had a Rome of her own
And she banished them from it
She was banished from the city of Rome
But she had a Rome of her
Own and she banished them
And I, and I, and I, and I, and I
And I, and I, and I, I didn't give a shit
She'd already caught her flight
Early in the morning
Beds were offered, beds were made
But there's always a hotel room, waiting
You wouldn't want the night to
Not belong to you
I saw Kitty Pryde at
The Modern Journalism Panel
Talking into her sweatshirt
Moving her hands in front of her face
Her mortal frame suffocated by fame
When she'd ask for none
Just got fucked by good luck
And I, and I and I, and I
I didn't give a shit
Will you still produce heat?
When are you gonna get an album out?
Would you want to climb the ladder?
The rungs are prison bars
Put your feet on the frozen floor
Glide around from man to fan
And maybe you can find someone
Who won't ask any questions
Is that what you want? Is that what you need?
I saw Kitty Pryde at
The Modern Journalism Panel
Talking into her sweatshirt
Moving her hands in front of her face
Her mortal frame suffocated by fame
When she'd ask for none
Just got fucked by good luck
And I, and I and I, and I
I didn't give a shit
She was banished from the city of Rome
But she had a Rome of her own
And she banished them from it
She was banished from the city of Rome
But she had a Rome of her
Own and she banished them
And I, and I, and I, and I, and I
And I, and I, and I, I didn't give a shit