[00:00.00] 作词 : Connor Woodland
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Connor Woodland
[00:03.88]Living with the memory in the glass
[00:05.64]Everything is so white in the past
[00:07.99]Cant see, everything I try to be
[00:09.86]Just ends up failing in front of me
[00:10.81]
[00:11.91]Brown hair, brown eyes
[00:13.53]You can’t compare someone’s soul by size
[00:15.74]So I’m living with the floorboards
[00:17.59]Buried with our childhood lies
[00:18.19]
[00:19.50]Out by the back were our dog used to sing
[00:23.32]Place me next to him
[00:24.74]Well never speak of this again.
[00:26.19]
[00:26.30]I found lust in petty smiles
[00:29.15]I got lost in you for awhile
[00:30.90]The ghost by the chair
[00:32.06]Looking at us still pulling out my hair
[00:34.81]I was the residence of your bed
[00:36.63]The emotions you never fed
[00:38.54]Even at this point in life
[00:40.26]My psychiatrist says I was better off dead
[00:42.32]
[00:42.41]So little birch, come grow on my spine
[00:44.13]Be the one who says you’ll always be mine
[00:45.93]But the fire inside, never burns that bright
[00:48.14]Dim with the shadows, a soul not in sight
[00:49.05]
[00:50.45]Being a wall flower is far from new to me
[00:54.16]Its blasphemy thinking this is what love could be
[00:57.74]Suicidal thoughts creeping up the back my neck
[01:01.40]Hanging the noose with good intentions and a welfare check
[01:05.56]
[01:07.71]Maybe I’ve just been wishing too much
[01:14.05]Maybe I’ve just been wishing
[01:18.54]
[01:20.56]Living with the memory in the glass
[01:23.02]Everything is so white in the past
[01:24.93]Cant see, everything I try to be
[01:26.73]Just ends up failing in front of me
[01:27.74]
[01:28.19]Brown hair, brown eyes
[01:30.46]You can’t compare someone’s soul by size
[01:32.32]So I’m living with the floorboards
[01:34.23]Buried with our childhood lies
[01:36.14]
[01:43.54]Ill park in the drive way
[01:45.89]Where this rain never seems to end
[01:47.76]Flooded gutters, flooded eyes
[01:49.27]Stories of a time when we can mend
[01:51.52]But seriously since when did anxiety become too much to swallow
[01:54.83]My back burner is burning a hole
[01:56.55]Straight through my bones leaving me hollow
[01:57.80]
[01:58.91]I guess I’m just calling
[02:00.07]Just to say I’ve been thinking a lot lately
[02:02.78]With dreams of dying
[02:04.13]I was stupid to think that you would change me
[02:06.49]I became used to breathing nicotine
[02:08.48]Every time our lips seem to touch
[02:10.59]I guess this is a stretch
[02:11.16]But black lungs never really meant much.
[02:13.91]
[02:15.37]I never did really mean that much did I
[02:18.59]I never really meant that much to you.

作词 : Connor Woodland
作曲 : Connor Woodland
Living with the memory in the glass
Everything is so white in the past
Cant see, everything I try to be
Just ends up failing in front of me
Brown hair, brown eyes
You can’t compare someone’s soul by size
So I’m living with the floorboards
Buried with our childhood lies
Out by the back were our dog used to sing
Place me next to him
Well never speak of this again.
I found lust in petty smiles
I got lost in you for awhile
The ghost by the chair
Looking at us still pulling out my hair
I was the residence of your bed
The emotions you never fed
Even at this point in life
My psychiatrist says I was better off dead
So little birch, come grow on my spine
Be the one who says you’ll always be mine
But the fire inside, never burns that bright
Dim with the shadows, a soul not in sight
Being a wall flower is far from new to me
Its blasphemy thinking this is what love could be
Suicidal thoughts creeping up the back my neck
Hanging the noose with good intentions and a welfare check
Maybe I’ve just been wishing too much
Maybe I’ve just been wishing
Living with the memory in the glass
Everything is so white in the past
Cant see, everything I try to be
Just ends up failing in front of me
Brown hair, brown eyes
You can’t compare someone’s soul by size
So I’m living with the floorboards
Buried with our childhood lies
Ill park in the drive way
Where this rain never seems to end
Flooded gutters, flooded eyes
Stories of a time when we can mend
But seriously since when did anxiety become too much to swallow
My back burner is burning a hole
Straight through my bones leaving me hollow
I guess I’m just calling
Just to say I’ve been thinking a lot lately
With dreams of dying
I was stupid to think that you would change me
I became used to breathing nicotine
Every time our lips seem to touch
I guess this is a stretch
But black lungs never really meant much.
I never did really mean that much did I
I never really meant that much to you.