Skittish - Singing the Obits lyrics
[Skittish - Singing the Obits lyrics]
On the morning of soggy cigarettes
In sidekick pockets of my
Favorite faded jeans
You said something just tell me what you mean
Light burns and barrels through the glass
The night's indulgences are broadcast
From my every pore
You're staring daggers right through me
Let's end this eyeball autopsy once more
I was lying there all dyed and made-up
You were sitting fire-side in judgment
Why not let it out and just be done with it?
Singing out the obit's
No heart no heart inside my hand
No heat in my hold, no harvest on this land
But, I got to find success
Before my nephew grows up
Enough to know what a loser I am
Cause Jenna said he didn't mean it, but often
Kids are the most honest
Oneslittle itty bitty ones
I was lying there all dyed and made-up
You were sitting fire-side in judgment
Why not let it out and just be done with it?
Singing out the obit's
I've been living in this shoe box
Sugar coating failures for
Merry Christmas cards
And I thank you for the holes you cut
But, I am no-one's pet these walls
These bars are driving me to stereotypy
You seem to think there's something soft
Beneath these fangs and sharpened claws
So risk a touch but do resign
The blood between will not be mine
I was lying there all dyed and made-up
You were sitting fire-side in judgment
Why not let it out and just be done with it?
Singing out the obit's
I've been living in this shoe box
Long enough to know not to
Quit singing just yet
In sidekick pockets of my
Favorite faded jeans
You said something just tell me what you mean
Light burns and barrels through the glass
The night's indulgences are broadcast
From my every pore
You're staring daggers right through me
Let's end this eyeball autopsy once more
I was lying there all dyed and made-up
You were sitting fire-side in judgment
Why not let it out and just be done with it?
Singing out the obit's
No heart no heart inside my hand
No heat in my hold, no harvest on this land
But, I got to find success
Before my nephew grows up
Enough to know what a loser I am
Cause Jenna said he didn't mean it, but often
Kids are the most honest
Oneslittle itty bitty ones
I was lying there all dyed and made-up
You were sitting fire-side in judgment
Why not let it out and just be done with it?
Singing out the obit's
I've been living in this shoe box
Sugar coating failures for
Merry Christmas cards
And I thank you for the holes you cut
But, I am no-one's pet these walls
These bars are driving me to stereotypy
You seem to think there's something soft
Beneath these fangs and sharpened claws
So risk a touch but do resign
The blood between will not be mine
I was lying there all dyed and made-up
You were sitting fire-side in judgment
Why not let it out and just be done with it?
Singing out the obit's
I've been living in this shoe box
Long enough to know not to
Quit singing just yet