Phoebe Bridgers - Chelsea lyrics
[Phoebe Bridgers - Chelsea lyrics]
You sure know how to ride a train
Your revolution is a deathbed
And the music is your maid
When someone comes a-knockin'
With a needle on a tray
Only your lonesome lies beside you
For you told me not to stay
You are somebody's baby
Some mother held you near
No, it's not important, they're
Just pretty words, my dear
There is no distraction that
Can make me disappear
No, there's nothing that won't remind you
I will always be right here
And you spit the blood back
Spit the blood back, baby
I'm amazed that you're alright
Oh, so long, prison boy
I won't be home with you tonight
We're both very sick
Our muscles all worn down
It's as if we are one hundred
Know I won't still be around
Because I've fallen
Yes, I've fallen right into
The love I've found
Long before I reach one hundred
I'll have fallen to the ground
And for generations, they'll romance us
Make us more
Or much less than ever was before
The Chelsea and the floor
Make us stand before the masses
Like two speakers for the poor
When there was no revolution
Nothing we were fighting for
And you spit the blood back
Spit the blood back, baby
I'm amazed that you're alright
Oh, so long, prison boy
I won't be home, I won't be home
I won't be home with you tonight
And you can call the service bell
When we stay at the Chelsea Hotel
And I'll stay out of my own hell
Oh, so long, prison boy
I won't be home, I won't be home
I won't be home with you tonight tonight
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