Repeating monosyllabic phrases, concentrating on the consonants
And I'm hanging onto every word like it's the one and only gospel truth in this world
I've lost this life to live for, but I gained my world to lose when I found love at 6:42 on a Sunday
She goes to check on my heart, but I know that he's beating
Asleep with the droning thunderstorm
In defiance of all genetics, a teeming cesspool at my best
They somehow came together in order to create 23 beautifully perfect pairs
I've lost this life to live for, but I've gained my world to lose
When I found love at 6:42 on a Sunday
She goes to check on my heart, but I know that he's beating
Asleep with the droning thunderstorm