Black Sweatshirt 歌词
| 歌曲 | Black Sweatshirt |
| 歌手 | Sage Francis |
| 专辑 | Personal Journals |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Francis | |
| Tonight I'm in the mood for some unscheduled affection | |
| Spontaneous combustion... | |
| I'm playing with my fire inside | |
| Burning my inner child blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt "Hey...when you play with the big boys, you get hurt!" | |
| I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my cheek | |
| Until my mom denied me access. | |
| I bawled for weeks | |
| We don't speak to this day. | |
| I came to terms with my fear and loathing | |
| Now I wear this clothing...like it's an extra layer of old skin | |
| Afraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years that | |
| I've had it | |
| Found abandoned on the stairs to the attic | |
| Collecting runaway skin cells...absorbing memories | |
| It's been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by enemies | |
| Born in the 70's of the 20th century | |
| Making that distinction is for future reference... | |
| In case y'all remember me | |
| And my genesis. | |
| What's most important is to remember this | |
| Women and men are pissed. | |
| When they kiss they exchange spit that is venomous | |
| Most of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us quick to clench a fist | |
| Don't get fancy with your paintbrush when you reminisce | |
| I'm sentimental and | |
| I miss what used to be close to me or maybe | |
| I've just got | |
| OCD and I can't break my old routines | |
| Hopefully | |
| I reconcile with my inseparable...what lies inside from head to toes | |
| Instead of symbolizing clothes...identifying with outside symbols... | |
| Cut out the middle man... | |
| But my woobie is in demand... | |
| I'm feeling like a kid again. "It protected me from the wind, sea and sand Sanity was saved from the crazy cemetery walks And every awkward moment spent talking with the Boogie Man Man...managed unconditional comfort. As I've come to understand... The monsters are under my bed again... The monsters are under my bed again." | |
| Dedicated to the memory of my | |
| Black Sweatshirt |
| zuo qu : Francis | |
| Tonight I' m in the mood for some unscheduled affection | |
| Spontaneous combustion... | |
| I' m playing with my fire inside | |
| Burning my inner child blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt " Hey... when you play with the big boys, you get hurt!" | |
| I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my cheek | |
| Until my mom denied me access. | |
| I bawled for weeks | |
| We don' t speak to this day. | |
| I came to terms with my fear and loathing | |
| Now I wear this clothing... like it' s an extra layer of old skin | |
| Afraid to shed... tears... in the fabric... from years that | |
| I' ve had it | |
| Found abandoned on the stairs to the attic | |
| Collecting runaway skin cells... absorbing memories | |
| It' s been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by enemies | |
| Born in the 70' s of the 20th century | |
| Making that distinction is for future reference... | |
| In case y' all remember me | |
| And my genesis. | |
| What' s most important is to remember this | |
| Women and men are pissed. | |
| When they kiss they exchange spit that is venomous | |
| Most of it is affectionless and the affects of this has us quick to clench a fist | |
| Don' t get fancy with your paintbrush when you reminisce | |
| I' m sentimental and | |
| I miss what used to be close to me or maybe | |
| I' ve just got | |
| OCD and I can' t break my old routines | |
| Hopefully | |
| I reconcile with my inseparable... what lies inside from head to toes | |
| Instead of symbolizing clothes... identifying with outside symbols... | |
| Cut out the middle man... | |
| But my woobie is in demand... | |
| I' m feeling like a kid again. " It protected me from the wind, sea and sand Sanity was saved from the crazy cemetery walks And every awkward moment spent talking with the Boogie Man Man... managed unconditional comfort. As I' ve come to understand... The monsters are under my bed again... The monsters are under my bed again." | |
| Dedicated to the memory of my | |
| Black Sweatshirt |
| zuò qǔ : Francis | |
| Tonight I' m in the mood for some unscheduled affection | |
| Spontaneous combustion... | |
| I' m playing with my fire inside | |
| Burning my inner child blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt " Hey... when you play with the big boys, you get hurt!" | |
| I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my cheek | |
| Until my mom denied me access. | |
| I bawled for weeks | |
| We don' t speak to this day. | |
| I came to terms with my fear and loathing | |
| Now I wear this clothing... like it' s an extra layer of old skin | |
| Afraid to shed... tears... in the fabric... from years that | |
| I' ve had it | |
| Found abandoned on the stairs to the attic | |
| Collecting runaway skin cells... absorbing memories | |
| It' s been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by enemies | |
| Born in the 70' s of the 20th century | |
| Making that distinction is for future reference... | |
| In case y' all remember me | |
| And my genesis. | |
| What' s most important is to remember this | |
| Women and men are pissed. | |
| When they kiss they exchange spit that is venomous | |
| Most of it is affectionless and the affects of this has us quick to clench a fist | |
| Don' t get fancy with your paintbrush when you reminisce | |
| I' m sentimental and | |
| I miss what used to be close to me or maybe | |
| I' ve just got | |
| OCD and I can' t break my old routines | |
| Hopefully | |
| I reconcile with my inseparable... what lies inside from head to toes | |
| Instead of symbolizing clothes... identifying with outside symbols... | |
| Cut out the middle man... | |
| But my woobie is in demand... | |
| I' m feeling like a kid again. " It protected me from the wind, sea and sand Sanity was saved from the crazy cemetery walks And every awkward moment spent talking with the Boogie Man Man... managed unconditional comfort. As I' ve come to understand... The monsters are under my bed again... The monsters are under my bed again." | |
| Dedicated to the memory of my | |
| Black Sweatshirt |
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