A Contemplative Evening Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Sitting on Grandma's crooked chair, chicken fried rice placed in front of me
Listening to the train outside without having to see
With spoon in hand, and stars near my head and want for change for my moneymaker's my misery
A staccato from the day shouts in my ears, as I try to wind down with the window open
Seeing the dead man's eyes and his families heartache can never amount to being fun
Flowers can be found on my bed
What if sleeping feeds the pedals of your death
To spend a night at my house can leave me unfed
To go away I don't think I'm ready yet
To go away I don't think I'm ready yet
What the fuck happened to my non mobile legs?
I can't breathe and feel like I'm trapped in a beer keg
Dirt rains on my eyes as I see through the ground creeping on this, this ledge
I remember why I'm here those scissors in his hands, his crazed face and bad breath
Flowers can be found on my bed
What if sleeping feeds the pedals of your death
To spend a night at my house can leave me unfed
To go away I don't think I'm ready yet
To go away I don't think I'm ready yet
To go away I don't think I'm ready yet
To go away I don't think I'm ready yet