Trophy Scars - Snake Oil lyrics
[Trophy Scars - Snake Oil lyrics]
I met a girl today
Her hair smelled like lemonade
Something sweet, yeah something sour
Something that'd turn kings into cowards
But she ain't different
No, she's just the same she likes secrets
She wants my pain so I asked her out
We had nothing to talk about
And it was no secret one had to whisper
I think I kinda dug her sister
I ask my friends
What the hell happened to me
They say "Hey man, you're just the same"
I'm not singing for you
You think I'm telling when I'm
Not telling the truth
Dopesick, tongue tied, trembling
Blood letting blues i'm not singing for you
I saw my old lady
Down at the the grocery store
I said "who you buying them groceries for?"
She said "it ain't your business no more"
I don't care what's his name
She says "Baby -
You just got yourself to blame" i shut up
I just got sick i turn around
I feel hell much more than shame
I say out loud "I just got myself to blame"
Like I was singing
I'm not singing, I was never singing for you
My tongue my tongue coiled strictly for you
It pierced my lips as it shot
From my mouth towards you
Your flesh swelled up and
Turned purplish blue
Stuck in your neck trembling
Blood clotting bruise
I saw you last night at the
Bar we used to visit
Drinking with some prick
Though you would never admit it
Though I agree with you
I should be committed
Though I'd never admit it
Yeah I'd rather be committed to:
White walls
No hope-nightmare delusions of you
I'm gurgling backwards
Shape-shifting fluids for you
A wasp swarm fills up the cathedral in June
I'll flood your wedding day romantically
Removed from the truth
Her hair smelled like lemonade
Something sweet, yeah something sour
Something that'd turn kings into cowards
But she ain't different
No, she's just the same she likes secrets
She wants my pain so I asked her out
We had nothing to talk about
And it was no secret one had to whisper
I think I kinda dug her sister
I ask my friends
What the hell happened to me
They say "Hey man, you're just the same"
I'm not singing for you
You think I'm telling when I'm
Not telling the truth
Dopesick, tongue tied, trembling
Blood letting blues i'm not singing for you
I saw my old lady
Down at the the grocery store
I said "who you buying them groceries for?"
She said "it ain't your business no more"
I don't care what's his name
She says "Baby -
You just got yourself to blame" i shut up
I just got sick i turn around
I feel hell much more than shame
I say out loud "I just got myself to blame"
Like I was singing
I'm not singing, I was never singing for you
My tongue my tongue coiled strictly for you
It pierced my lips as it shot
From my mouth towards you
Your flesh swelled up and
Turned purplish blue
Stuck in your neck trembling
Blood clotting bruise
I saw you last night at the
Bar we used to visit
Drinking with some prick
Though you would never admit it
Though I agree with you
I should be committed
Though I'd never admit it
Yeah I'd rather be committed to:
White walls
No hope-nightmare delusions of you
I'm gurgling backwards
Shape-shifting fluids for you
A wasp swarm fills up the cathedral in June
I'll flood your wedding day romantically
Removed from the truth