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Get Drunk, Kiss Boys / Cold Tiles Video (MV)




Performed By: FiveSidedDice
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Roscoe Nefdt




FiveSidedDice - Get Drunk, Kiss Boys / Cold Tiles Lyrics




You'll wrap yourself in a blanket of regret
I'll wrap myself in sandpaper secrets
Cut into me, and like the ashes I reap
Alcohol, poison, internally bleed

Bleed onto me, you taste so sweet
Kiss me, gay boy
Give me what I need
Phallic fixation, drunken frustration
Cure my disease with the blood that you bleed
Bleed into me, saliva so sweet
Kiss me, gay boy, kiss me then leave
Because we're all just toys
Get drunk, kiss boys
Feedback and noise
Get drunk, kiss boys

I know all the tricks of the trade
To get into the linings of bruised hearts
And now I'm alone in my home
With my thoughts picking stupid songs on guitar

There's gotta be more to existing
Than breathing and emotional roller-coaster rides
Something more challenging than self-medicating
Something much bigger than I

Now I'm wasting half my life
Searching for meaning
Futile
I'm laid flat on the floor
My eyes glues to the ceiling
Cold tiles
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You'll wrap yourself in a blanket of regret
I'll wrap myself in sandpaper secrets
Cut into me, and like the ashes I reap
Alcohol, poison, internally bleed

Bleed onto me, you taste so sweet
Kiss me, gay boy
Give me what I need
Phallic fixation, drunken frustration
Cure my disease with the blood that you bleed
Bleed into me, saliva so sweet
Kiss me, gay boy, kiss me then leave
Because we're all just toys
Get drunk, kiss boys
Feedback and noise
Get drunk, kiss boys

I know all the tricks of the trade
To get into the linings of bruised hearts
And now I'm alone in my home
With my thoughts picking stupid songs on guitar

There's gotta be more to existing
Than breathing and emotional roller-coaster rides
Something more challenging than self-medicating
Something much bigger than I

Now I'm wasting half my life
Searching for meaning
Futile
I'm laid flat on the floor
My eyes glues to the ceiling
Cold tiles
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Writer: Roscoe Nefdt
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