of Montreal - Hmmm lyrics
[of Montreal - Hmmm lyrics]
Grief is an anvil to the skull
Grief has an echo that lives in silences
Inside of silences
Grief is the black ink that rushes to
Fill in the void she left
When nothing is okay
You knowing that you're not alone
Only makes it feel sadder
Loss is an evil light
That takes root behind your eyes
Illuminating what you're not ready to see
And won't let you turn away
And won't let you un hear the
Venom that it has to say
When everything is fucked
You knowing that you're not alone
Only makes it even saddеr
When everything is fuckеd
You knowing that you're not alone
Only makes it even sadder
Slumping in alleys swallowing voices
Cruise shaped war windows
No one's happy here we think
Too much of ourselves
Yet It's still not enough
You're having a plot twist
I send an asylum of good luck
Ergo we're equals is easily a mess to unwound
A changing line positing a question
Hex to impress some Rude Boy
Thomas once famously said
"The novel of bullshit is dead"
Though all the people can't be all dog
All the time he wants you to know he's
Joking even when he isn't
The cat-o-nine detects avant-garde
Properly possess the shape
The hokey psychos in cardigans
I'll only get to heaven if I'm written in
(that's your line)
No musicians to play (pay)
Guitars refuse the work
The flanger is in flames
The best shit is apropos of nothing so
Ergo we're equals is easily a mess to unwound
A changing line positing a question
Hex to impress some Rude Boy
Thomas once famously said
"The novel of bullshit is dead"
Though all the people can't be all dog
All the time he wants you to know he's
Joking even when he isn't
Grief has an echo that lives in silences
Inside of silences
Grief is the black ink that rushes to
Fill in the void she left
When nothing is okay
You knowing that you're not alone
Only makes it feel sadder
Loss is an evil light
That takes root behind your eyes
Illuminating what you're not ready to see
And won't let you turn away
And won't let you un hear the
Venom that it has to say
When everything is fucked
You knowing that you're not alone
Only makes it even saddеr
When everything is fuckеd
You knowing that you're not alone
Only makes it even sadder
Slumping in alleys swallowing voices
Cruise shaped war windows
No one's happy here we think
Too much of ourselves
Yet It's still not enough
You're having a plot twist
I send an asylum of good luck
Ergo we're equals is easily a mess to unwound
A changing line positing a question
Hex to impress some Rude Boy
Thomas once famously said
"The novel of bullshit is dead"
Though all the people can't be all dog
All the time he wants you to know he's
Joking even when he isn't
The cat-o-nine detects avant-garde
Properly possess the shape
The hokey psychos in cardigans
I'll only get to heaven if I'm written in
(that's your line)
No musicians to play (pay)
Guitars refuse the work
The flanger is in flames
The best shit is apropos of nothing so
Ergo we're equals is easily a mess to unwound
A changing line positing a question
Hex to impress some Rude Boy
Thomas once famously said
"The novel of bullshit is dead"
Though all the people can't be all dog
All the time he wants you to know he's
Joking even when he isn't