You couldn't leave the house even if you wanted to
They tried to give a damn but you could never get a clue
So much baggage but you never let them lend a hand
Instead you
Drank away and started tripping on your ceiling fan
You used to hate "I told you so's"
But you seem to take them well now
And I can tell
It's over
You're sober
No longer the pictures you took in October
Reminders of all nighters
And not the kind with used up lighters
You're a fighter
And you're tired
So your skin made the perfect bed
For the flower
That you planted
When you told yourself now's not the time to be dead
It's over
You're sober
No longer the pictures you took in October
Reminders of all nighters
And not the kind with used up lighters
You're a fighter
And you're tired
So your skin made the perfect bed
For the flower
That you planted
When you told yourself now's not the time to be dead
Condado - Pansy Tattoo Lyrics
Condado - Pansy Tattoo Lyrics
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You couldn't leave the house even if you wanted to
They tried to give a damn but you could never get a clue
So much baggage but you never let them lend a hand
Instead you
Drank away and started tripping on your ceiling fan
You used to hate "I told you so's"
But you seem to take them well now
And I can tell
It's over
You're sober
No longer the pictures you took in October
Reminders of all nighters
And not the kind with used up lighters
You're a fighter
And you're tired
So your skin made the perfect bed
For the flower
That you planted
When you told yourself now's not the time to be dead
It's over
You're sober
No longer the pictures you took in October
Reminders of all nighters
And not the kind with used up lighters
You're a fighter
And you're tired
So your skin made the perfect bed
For the flower
That you planted
When you told yourself now's not the time to be dead
They tried to give a damn but you could never get a clue
So much baggage but you never let them lend a hand
Instead you
Drank away and started tripping on your ceiling fan
You used to hate "I told you so's"
But you seem to take them well now
And I can tell
It's over
You're sober
No longer the pictures you took in October
Reminders of all nighters
And not the kind with used up lighters
You're a fighter
And you're tired
So your skin made the perfect bed
For the flower
That you planted
When you told yourself now's not the time to be dead
It's over
You're sober
No longer the pictures you took in October
Reminders of all nighters
And not the kind with used up lighters
You're a fighter
And you're tired
So your skin made the perfect bed
For the flower
That you planted
When you told yourself now's not the time to be dead
Writer: Alberto Velazquez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid