Sick, later
Bomb the music industry!I snuck out and i stole highway signs,
Piled 'em up in the hallway up against the wall
Sidewalks, train stations, construction sites
And nobody died, and nobody died.
I remember the common room was really cold
And the vending machines and the snow was iced over outside.
I drove back, and the bridge had felt way too narrow
Over potholes and through yellow lights.
Did i hug you goodbye?
Did i say good night?
And i thought i'd see you again under the glow of a soft light.
Without fluorescent days and nights.
With no hum, no network tv.
The consolation prize: with resigned eyes i still held tight
And with resigned eyes you still held tight.
And i'm glad it wasn't like that summer when everybody died.
I'm such a guarded guy 'cause i've been hurt too many times.
The first time that i took you to the hospital,
I was tired and you wanted to die.
I drove off, and i couldn't understand at all.
Fuck, i didn't even walk you inside.
I thought we all wanna die, we all wanna die.
And i thought that was fine, i thought that was fine, i thought that was fine.
And i'm glad it wasn't like that summer when everybody died.
I'm such a guarded guy 'cause i've been hurt too many times
Eu saí escondido e roubei sinais de rodovia
Os empilhei na entrada contra a parede
Calçadas, estações ferroviárias, locais de construção
E ninguém morreu, e ninguém morreu
Eu lembro que a sala comum estava muito fria
E das máquinas de venda automática e a neve estava congelado lá fora
Eu dirigi de volta, e senti a ponte muito estreita
Atravessei buracos e a luz amarela
Eu te dei um abraço de despedida?
Eu disse boa noite?
E eu pensei que eu ia ver você de novo sob o brilho de uma luz suave
Sem dias e noites fluorecentes
Sem zumbido, nem TV de rede
O prêmio de consolação: Com os olhos resignados eu ainda segurei firme
E com os olhos resignados você ainda segurou firme
E eu estou contente por não ser como o verão no qual todo mundo morreu
Eu sou um cara guardado porque me machuquei muitas vezes
A primeira vez que eu a levei para o hospital
Eu estava cansado e você queria morrer
Eu dirigi, e não entendia nada
Porra, eu nem sequer levei-lá para dentro
Eu pensei que nós todos queremos morrer, todos nós queremos morrer
E eu pensei que estava tudo bem, eu pensei que estava tudo bem, eu pensei que estava tudo bem
E eu estou contente por não ser como o verão no qual todo mundo morreu
Eu sou um cara guardado porque me machuquei muitas vezes
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