Electronic indie pop, Medium tempo, emotional, love song, retro, 1980s, 80's, light, warm, young, youthful, poppy, Male vocals, synth, beats, percussion
Laying low sleeping tigers.
Its not time for you to fight yet.
See the rainfall better reason.
And your little hands will have the season.
You get one chance to build a house of cards.
And the freeing lands will never be apart.
No bad dreams when all her teeth fall out.
And so it seems that now.
My love, shes something I dont get.
My love, she held on with both hands.
What I loved about you I found in someone new.
My therapist thinks that isnt safe to do.
But I dont listen, just pretend that I agree.
Inside a concrete box you come in all dim and,
Retributions not a needed and they put.
Monsters in boxes cause they dont understand.
Cause they dont know.
My love, shes something I dont get.
My love, she held on with both hands.
My love, I think Ill kill again.
My love, I dont think they fixed this.
I know that soon its gonna come for me.
Some call it death I call it company.
And they talk about it like its no big thing.
Fuck its supposed to be sad Im supposed to be leaving.
Supposed to be sad Im supposed to be leaving.
What I loved about you I found in someone new.
What I loved about you.
My love, shes something I dont get.
My love, she held on with both hands.
My love, I think Ill kill again.
My love, I dont think they fixed this.