The Art Of Staying Underground Lyrics

Looking at the clock

Striking hands

With a steady knock

6am

From this parking lot

Last night

You disappeared with a friend

Spent hours inside of

My head

Racing through these thoughts of you

Shaky voice

In the afternoon

I Should've told you

Should've told you that I need you

My feet are black and blue

Bruised with the shade of you

In early June

In lower case days

and capital stigmas

If you tell me you hate me

Then I'll tell you if I missed you at all

And if this was all your fault

So are you sleeping in your car

Or resting warm in somebody's arms

Humming along to our favorite songs

I see

All these scenes on repeat

And these thoughts

Become demeaning

The art of staying underground

Holding still

when no one's around

Dare to make a sound

Do the actions match the speaking?

Do the words still need completing?

My feet are black and blue

(It was all your fault it was all your fault)

Bruised with the shade of you

(It was all your fault it was all your fault)

In early June

In lower case days

and capital stigmas

If you tell me you hate me

Then I'll tell you if I missed you at all

And if this was all your fault

(It was all your fault it was all your fault)

My feet are black and blue

(In lower case days

and capital stigmas)

My feet are black and blue

(It was all your fault it was all your fault)

Bruised with the shade of you

(It was all your fault it was all your fault)

In early June

In lower case days

and capital stigmas

If you tell me you hate me

Then I'll tell you if I missed you at all

And if this was all your fault

(It was all your fault it was all your fault)