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2632 Video (MV)




Performed By: McWeakerton
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Alex Yeomans, Chris Coble, Will Mauchmar




McWeakerton - 2632 Lyrics




Scraping paper off the wall of your old place, I know it's strange
Never got the chance to meet you, I see you were fine letting it get this way

How could you just lay in bed
Were you waiting for the ceiling to fall in

In my dreams my teeth are falling out when I scream
Oh, did you see them laying, all the dead bugs on the floor
Oh, did you notice the smell I think its from the stain by the door

How could you just lay in bed
16 years before you spilled your head
Where was I when you let your blood
Left your mark and waited for someone

In my dreams my teeth are falling out when I scream
Oh (Paper thin walls of skin)
Did you see the laying (Stuck where the bugs had been)
All the dead bugs on the floor (Drowned in the syrup your brains brought it)
Folded (Sink like a rolling stone)
Between the mattress (Stuck in your studio)
And something not there anymore (Palindrome eating itself)
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Scraping paper off the wall of your old place, I know it's strange
Never got the chance to meet you, I see you were fine letting it get this way

How could you just lay in bed
Were you waiting for the ceiling to fall in

In my dreams my teeth are falling out when I scream
Oh, did you see them laying, all the dead bugs on the floor
Oh, did you notice the smell I think its from the stain by the door

How could you just lay in bed
16 years before you spilled your head
Where was I when you let your blood
Left your mark and waited for someone

In my dreams my teeth are falling out when I scream
Oh (Paper thin walls of skin)
Did you see the laying (Stuck where the bugs had been)
All the dead bugs on the floor (Drowned in the syrup your brains brought it)
Folded (Sink like a rolling stone)
Between the mattress (Stuck in your studio)
And something not there anymore (Palindrome eating itself)
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Writer: Alex Yeomans, Chris Coble, Will Mauchmar
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