Faultline
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โฑ๏ธ 4:11 duration
๐ ID: 2948173
๐ Lyrics
Everyday it's Friday night
I hold my body like a butcher knife
Smiling for the camera eyes closed
Doing anything you ask I suppose
You tell me you would die to breathe me in
I know there's no excuse for oxygen
So I will make your bed my graveyard
Let the world run through my soft parts
And I live at this faultline
Between the edge of solitude and hope
I'm shaking in a sentimental trope
And all the stars apologize for night
I don't blame them I've wanted to sometimes
I don't know what to tell you where I've been
My body's just a landscape for your sin
And all the days regrets the city lights
I know its just the fault of the faultline
Every week keeps slipping by
In this imitation paradise
The angels make me sorry when I err
From the way they want me everywhere
Can't you see I'm sinking further in
Wish you could reimburse my oxygen
I gave you everything and then some more
Left you with nothing to be looking for
Will I die at this Faultline?
Between the edge of entropy and woe
I wanted everything so much it grows
Until I can't manage this appetite
I loved you so traumatically that I
Can barely lift the world you left for me
There's lots of ghosts I somehow still can see
Holding onto me for our dear life
All these bodies always touching mine
I hold my body like a butcher knife
Smiling for the camera eyes closed
Doing anything you ask I suppose
You tell me you would die to breathe me in
I know there's no excuse for oxygen
So I will make your bed my graveyard
Let the world run through my soft parts
And I live at this faultline
Between the edge of solitude and hope
I'm shaking in a sentimental trope
And all the stars apologize for night
I don't blame them I've wanted to sometimes
I don't know what to tell you where I've been
My body's just a landscape for your sin
And all the days regrets the city lights
I know its just the fault of the faultline
Every week keeps slipping by
In this imitation paradise
The angels make me sorry when I err
From the way they want me everywhere
Can't you see I'm sinking further in
Wish you could reimburse my oxygen
I gave you everything and then some more
Left you with nothing to be looking for
Will I die at this Faultline?
Between the edge of entropy and woe
I wanted everything so much it grows
Until I can't manage this appetite
I loved you so traumatically that I
Can barely lift the world you left for me
There's lots of ghosts I somehow still can see
Holding onto me for our dear life
All these bodies always touching mine
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.82] Everyday it's Friday night
[00:18.75] I hold my body like a butcher knife
[00:24.68] Smiling for the camera eyes closed
[00:30.53] Doing anything you ask I suppose
[00:35.96] You tell me you would die to breathe me in
[00:41.36] I know there's no excuse for oxygen
[00:47.30] So I will make your bed my graveyard
[00:53.13] Let the world run through my soft parts
[00:58.47] And I live at this faultline
[01:04.37] Between the edge of solitude and hope
[01:10.25] I'm shaking in a sentimental trope
[01:16.16] And all the stars apologize for night
[01:21.50] I don't blame them I've wanted to sometimes
[01:27.27] I don't know what to tell you where I've been
[01:32.84] My body's just a landscape for your sin
[01:38.70] And all the days regrets the city lights
[01:44.38] I know its just the fault of the faultline
[01:54.95] Every week keeps slipping by
[02:00.83] In this imitation paradise
[02:06.11] The angels make me sorry when I err
[02:12.06] From the way they want me everywhere
[02:17.71] Can't you see I'm sinking further in
[02:23.17] Wish you could reimburse my oxygen
[02:28.22] I gave you everything and then some more
[02:34.16] Left you with nothing to be looking for
[02:40.59] Will I die at this Faultline?
[02:45.99] Between the edge of entropy and woe
[02:52.37] I wanted everything so much it grows
[02:57.61] Until I can't manage this appetite
[03:02.73] I loved you so traumatically that I
[03:08.61] Can barely lift the world you left for me
[03:14.32] There's lots of ghosts I somehow still can see
[03:20.28] Holding onto me for our dear life
[03:25.91] All these bodies always touching mine
[03:31.76]
[00:18.75] I hold my body like a butcher knife
[00:24.68] Smiling for the camera eyes closed
[00:30.53] Doing anything you ask I suppose
[00:35.96] You tell me you would die to breathe me in
[00:41.36] I know there's no excuse for oxygen
[00:47.30] So I will make your bed my graveyard
[00:53.13] Let the world run through my soft parts
[00:58.47] And I live at this faultline
[01:04.37] Between the edge of solitude and hope
[01:10.25] I'm shaking in a sentimental trope
[01:16.16] And all the stars apologize for night
[01:21.50] I don't blame them I've wanted to sometimes
[01:27.27] I don't know what to tell you where I've been
[01:32.84] My body's just a landscape for your sin
[01:38.70] And all the days regrets the city lights
[01:44.38] I know its just the fault of the faultline
[01:54.95] Every week keeps slipping by
[02:00.83] In this imitation paradise
[02:06.11] The angels make me sorry when I err
[02:12.06] From the way they want me everywhere
[02:17.71] Can't you see I'm sinking further in
[02:23.17] Wish you could reimburse my oxygen
[02:28.22] I gave you everything and then some more
[02:34.16] Left you with nothing to be looking for
[02:40.59] Will I die at this Faultline?
[02:45.99] Between the edge of entropy and woe
[02:52.37] I wanted everything so much it grows
[02:57.61] Until I can't manage this appetite
[03:02.73] I loved you so traumatically that I
[03:08.61] Can barely lift the world you left for me
[03:14.32] There's lots of ghosts I somehow still can see
[03:20.28] Holding onto me for our dear life
[03:25.91] All these bodies always touching mine
[03:31.76]