See you in hell, I've not been sleeping well
You're always with or withheld just like the Sunday mail from me
A shimmering light cuts through the wind and the trees
But I can't make it right I am the summer weeds and the winter leaves
I am obscene like amphetamine dreams
My cigarette held by your teeth
What am I missing? I could have sworn I fell asleep in the kitchen
This bourbon's like a bomb in my hand, like a bomb in my hand
But I'm still bitchin' bout how deluded I am why won't they listen?
Swore I fell asleep in the sand, swore I fell asleep in the sand
I am obscene like amphetamine dreams
Blood on my lips from the love of your teeth
I am obscene like amphetamine dreams
Gold in my eyes and a madness beneath
The Painted Roses - Amphetamine Dreams Lyrics
The Painted Roses - Amphetamine Dreams Lyrics
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See you in hell, I've not been sleeping well
You're always with or withheld just like the Sunday mail from me
A shimmering light cuts through the wind and the trees
But I can't make it right I am the summer weeds and the winter leaves
I am obscene like amphetamine dreams
My cigarette held by your teeth
What am I missing? I could have sworn I fell asleep in the kitchen
This bourbon's like a bomb in my hand, like a bomb in my hand
But I'm still bitchin' bout how deluded I am why won't they listen?
Swore I fell asleep in the sand, swore I fell asleep in the sand
I am obscene like amphetamine dreams
Blood on my lips from the love of your teeth
I am obscene like amphetamine dreams
Gold in my eyes and a madness beneath
You're always with or withheld just like the Sunday mail from me
A shimmering light cuts through the wind and the trees
But I can't make it right I am the summer weeds and the winter leaves
I am obscene like amphetamine dreams
My cigarette held by your teeth
What am I missing? I could have sworn I fell asleep in the kitchen
This bourbon's like a bomb in my hand, like a bomb in my hand
But I'm still bitchin' bout how deluded I am why won't they listen?
Swore I fell asleep in the sand, swore I fell asleep in the sand
I am obscene like amphetamine dreams
Blood on my lips from the love of your teeth
I am obscene like amphetamine dreams
Gold in my eyes and a madness beneath
Writer: Benton Wood, Cole Stocker
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Painted Roses
Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: Benton Wood, Cole Stocker