I the Mighty - Technicolor lyrics
[I the Mighty - Technicolor lyrics]
I understand upset
But how could you say that you hate me?
I know you won't forget easily, easily
In one small step
You flipped like a coin from a finger
Baby, you're so hell bent
But easily, easily I sleep
Each conversation blurs
Each point repeats with a vengeance
Oh, what a waste of words
Cough em' up, cough em' up let silence calm
The nerves that are easily bothered
And we can let all this talk
Walk it off, walk it off
I'm trying hard just to forget
Every little thing that was said
In your awe-inspired flip out on my porch
The neighbors watched
As you raped me with words
What happened to rational?
Each call complete with a guilt trip
An arguments bound to fall
From our lips, from our lips
You're so worked up
The product of too many questions
Well, baby, let's kill this grudge
Make the cut sometimes it helps to keep
This stuff bottled up
I'm trying hard just to forget
Every little thing that was said
In your awe-inspired flip out on my porch
The neighbors watched
As you raped me with words
You said, "I don't want to be your lover
Just want you to let me in"
Black and white we're under covers
Wanna taste your Technicolor
Well, well
I want financial freedom with this band
(I want dead presidents)
I wanna hear a politician speak
(of something relevant)
But, I don't want to be your lover
Just want you to let me in
Black and white we're under covers
Wanna taste your Technicolor
But how could you say that you hate me?
I know you won't forget easily, easily
In one small step
You flipped like a coin from a finger
Baby, you're so hell bent
But easily, easily I sleep
Each conversation blurs
Each point repeats with a vengeance
Oh, what a waste of words
Cough em' up, cough em' up let silence calm
The nerves that are easily bothered
And we can let all this talk
Walk it off, walk it off
I'm trying hard just to forget
Every little thing that was said
In your awe-inspired flip out on my porch
The neighbors watched
As you raped me with words
What happened to rational?
Each call complete with a guilt trip
An arguments bound to fall
From our lips, from our lips
You're so worked up
The product of too many questions
Well, baby, let's kill this grudge
Make the cut sometimes it helps to keep
This stuff bottled up
I'm trying hard just to forget
Every little thing that was said
In your awe-inspired flip out on my porch
The neighbors watched
As you raped me with words
You said, "I don't want to be your lover
Just want you to let me in"
Black and white we're under covers
Wanna taste your Technicolor
Well, well
I want financial freedom with this band
(I want dead presidents)
I wanna hear a politician speak
(of something relevant)
But, I don't want to be your lover
Just want you to let me in
Black and white we're under covers
Wanna taste your Technicolor