Absurdist nihilist
He's got lungs like dirty laundry lint
She's breaking down on kitchen sinks
Falling to the floor, I think
Pursed lips, end of a smoke stack
You won't answer my calls anymore
It gets me sick to my stomach
Reopening wounds, restarting wars
Cheating god in abandoned churches
Touch the parts of me no one searches
I'll show you, don't run
But it's what
An archive of garbage
Does to someone
Make me undone
Feminine: diminish to skeleton
It's the conflict resolution medicine
Take slivers of my venison
Just to get you on my side again
Sarcastic anarchist
He's certainly imperfect but genuine
He thinks she viewed him
As a pollutant
A crazed paradoxical, parasitical nuisance
Worn ribs, murderous warmth
She does what she does when she's lost control
Hums to herself, biting off coldsores
Reopening wounds, restarting wars
Cheating god in abandoned churches
Touch the parts of me no one searches
I'll show you, don't run
But it's what
An archive of garbage
Does to someone
Make me undone
Feminine: diminish to skeleton
It's the conflict resolution medicine
Take slivers of my venison
Just to get you on my side again
Take slivers of my, take slivers of my
Take slivers of my, take slivers of my
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
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Absurdist nihilist
He's got lungs like dirty laundry lint
She's breaking down on kitchen sinks
Falling to the floor, I think
Pursed lips, end of a smoke stack
You won't answer my calls anymore
It gets me sick to my stomach
Reopening wounds, restarting wars
Cheating god in abandoned churches
Touch the parts of me no one searches
I'll show you, don't run
But it's what
An archive of garbage
Does to someone
Make me undone
Feminine: diminish to skeleton
It's the conflict resolution medicine
Take slivers of my venison
Just to get you on my side again
Sarcastic anarchist
He's certainly imperfect but genuine
He thinks she viewed him
As a pollutant
A crazed paradoxical, parasitical nuisance
Worn ribs, murderous warmth
She does what she does when she's lost control
Hums to herself, biting off coldsores
Reopening wounds, restarting wars
Cheating god in abandoned churches
Touch the parts of me no one searches
I'll show you, don't run
But it's what
An archive of garbage
Does to someone
Make me undone
Feminine: diminish to skeleton
It's the conflict resolution medicine
Take slivers of my venison
Just to get you on my side again
Take slivers of my, take slivers of my
Take slivers of my, take slivers of my
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
He's got lungs like dirty laundry lint
She's breaking down on kitchen sinks
Falling to the floor, I think
Pursed lips, end of a smoke stack
You won't answer my calls anymore
It gets me sick to my stomach
Reopening wounds, restarting wars
Cheating god in abandoned churches
Touch the parts of me no one searches
I'll show you, don't run
But it's what
An archive of garbage
Does to someone
Make me undone
Feminine: diminish to skeleton
It's the conflict resolution medicine
Take slivers of my venison
Just to get you on my side again
Sarcastic anarchist
He's certainly imperfect but genuine
He thinks she viewed him
As a pollutant
A crazed paradoxical, parasitical nuisance
Worn ribs, murderous warmth
She does what she does when she's lost control
Hums to herself, biting off coldsores
Reopening wounds, restarting wars
Cheating god in abandoned churches
Touch the parts of me no one searches
I'll show you, don't run
But it's what
An archive of garbage
Does to someone
Make me undone
Feminine: diminish to skeleton
It's the conflict resolution medicine
Take slivers of my venison
Just to get you on my side again
Take slivers of my, take slivers of my
Take slivers of my, take slivers of my
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
My dad said "knock 'em dead kid"
But I'm in a room full of ghosts
Is that what you want to know?
I'm sorry, I have to go
Writer: Amelia Douches
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid