Lili Pistorius - White Walls lyrics
[Lili Pistorius - White Walls lyrics]
Today is a Friday night
By 11 PM everyone is drunk
Sounds like the usual
Except I didn't bring my plus one
Everybody wants to know how he is
And why he didn't come
The problem is I don't know
The answer to that
And his company's the last thing I want
'Cause
I got my girls with me
Henny, Rose, got my weed
Hear them play our song on repeat
Doesn't touch me like it should be
Henry, Tom, are singing with me
Other lips taste bittersweet
These white walls
Keep staring at me, get under my skin
These white walls
Tell me who would write their
Thoughts in plain white ink
These white walls
Used to be blood-red back then
Now somebody else can write on them
These white walls, baby
Now somebody else can write on them
When I get back nobody's home
Everything is just like I left
Except for the fact that all
His clothing is gone
And the frame by the door is now empty
I painted the walls in
The bedroom last month
He picked it but I never liked the color
The first thing I do is turn the radio on
Even though I don't mind the silence
'Cause
I got my girls with me
Henny, Rose, got my weed
Hear them play our song on repeat
Doesn't touch me like it should be
Henry, Tom, are singing with me
Other lips taste bittersweet
These white walls
Keep staring at me, get under my skin
These white walls
Tell me who would write their
Thoughts in plain white ink
These white walls
Used to be blood-red back then
Now somebody else can write on them
These white walls, baby
Now somebody else can write on them
Can write on them, can write on them
Now somebody else can write on them
Can write on them, can write on them
Now somebody else can write on them
Can write on them, can write on them
Now somebody else can write on them
These white walls, baby
Now somebody else can write on them
By 11 PM everyone is drunk
Sounds like the usual
Except I didn't bring my plus one
Everybody wants to know how he is
And why he didn't come
The problem is I don't know
The answer to that
And his company's the last thing I want
'Cause
I got my girls with me
Henny, Rose, got my weed
Hear them play our song on repeat
Doesn't touch me like it should be
Henry, Tom, are singing with me
Other lips taste bittersweet
These white walls
Keep staring at me, get under my skin
These white walls
Tell me who would write their
Thoughts in plain white ink
These white walls
Used to be blood-red back then
Now somebody else can write on them
These white walls, baby
Now somebody else can write on them
When I get back nobody's home
Everything is just like I left
Except for the fact that all
His clothing is gone
And the frame by the door is now empty
I painted the walls in
The bedroom last month
He picked it but I never liked the color
The first thing I do is turn the radio on
Even though I don't mind the silence
'Cause
I got my girls with me
Henny, Rose, got my weed
Hear them play our song on repeat
Doesn't touch me like it should be
Henry, Tom, are singing with me
Other lips taste bittersweet
These white walls
Keep staring at me, get under my skin
These white walls
Tell me who would write their
Thoughts in plain white ink
These white walls
Used to be blood-red back then
Now somebody else can write on them
These white walls, baby
Now somebody else can write on them
Can write on them, can write on them
Now somebody else can write on them
Can write on them, can write on them
Now somebody else can write on them
Can write on them, can write on them
Now somebody else can write on them
These white walls, baby
Now somebody else can write on them