Walk of Shame
๐ต 1866 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:52 duration
๐ ID: 5748134
๐ Lyrics
They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
The day is putting on yesterday's clothes
I stay silent, so Sunday doesn't try and get to know me
Looking through the mirror and behind at the night
I need a coffee, or excitement, or my eyes to be tight
Like the end of a TV season, where someone must die
They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
She's soft and cold like violets in autumn
Or when soft and beautiful wants a violence warning
On with the talking and the silence isn't awkward
They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
Lean on the window, we are in limbo
Between here and near home
Lean on the window, lean off the drink
They cleaned out the disco
Lean off the thing too
We are in limbo
Talking on the radio, but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
With the look on faces, like they're coming away
From an ATM with no money
They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
I think the driver is asking for something to happen
So he can catch it on his crash cam
My phone is on selfie from the party and bullshit
And I catch myself hearty in full screen
I look like a pin-up on a partition wall
But with the eyes cut out in the darts' room
She had the look of a fox that wasn't walking away
When you catch them in your street, and it's still almost day
And they don't give a fuck
Every home has its own very rare aroma
But everyone whose home it is
Doesn't know it's there
And this one had the sound of the hush of money
I could get used to this
I was casting a frown at her dazzling pout
She'd had me at "Ciao,' well-mannered, but loud
It's an accurate account, I laugh when in doubt
Her back is like, "Wow, she has bags of the pounds"
She's actually sound, I have to get out
The walk of shame is my daily commute
The day is putting on yesterday's clothes
I stay silent, so Sunday doesn't try and get to know me
Looking through the mirror and behind at the night
I need a coffee, or excitement, or my eyes to be tight
Like the end of a TV season, where someone must die
They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
She's soft and cold like violets in autumn
Or when soft and beautiful wants a violence warning
On with the talking and the silence isn't awkward
They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
Lean on the window, we are in limbo
Between here and near home
Lean on the window, lean off the drink
They cleaned out the disco
Lean off the thing too
We are in limbo
Talking on the radio, but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
With the look on faces, like they're coming away
From an ATM with no money
They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
I think the driver is asking for something to happen
So he can catch it on his crash cam
My phone is on selfie from the party and bullshit
And I catch myself hearty in full screen
I look like a pin-up on a partition wall
But with the eyes cut out in the darts' room
She had the look of a fox that wasn't walking away
When you catch them in your street, and it's still almost day
And they don't give a fuck
Every home has its own very rare aroma
But everyone whose home it is
Doesn't know it's there
And this one had the sound of the hush of money
I could get used to this
I was casting a frown at her dazzling pout
She'd had me at "Ciao,' well-mannered, but loud
It's an accurate account, I laugh when in doubt
Her back is like, "Wow, she has bags of the pounds"
She's actually sound, I have to get out
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.86] They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
[00:12.31] The walk of shame is my daily commute
[00:15.94] The day is putting on yesterday's clothes
[00:18.63] I stay silent, so Sunday doesn't try and get to know me
[00:22.48] Looking through the mirror and behind at the night
[00:25.31] I need a coffee, or excitement, or my eyes to be tight
[00:29.26] Like the end of a TV season, where someone must die
[00:32.60]
[00:39.68] They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
[00:43.04] The walk of shame is my daily commute
[00:46.49] She's soft and cold like violets in autumn
[00:49.66] Or when soft and beautiful wants a violence warning
[00:53.36] On with the talking and the silence isn't awkward
[00:56.71] They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
[01:00.39] The walk of shame is my daily commute
[01:03.67] Lean on the window, we are in limbo
[01:06.79] Between here and near home
[01:08.81] Lean on the window, lean off the drink
[01:11.91] They cleaned out the disco
[01:13.72] Lean off the thing too
[01:15.99] We are in limbo
[01:17.46] Talking on the radio, but the day is mute
[01:20.72] The walk of shame is my daily commute
[01:24.04] With the look on faces, like they're coming away
[01:26.86] From an ATM with no money
[01:30.91] They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
[01:34.52] The walk of shame is my daily commute
[01:37.54] I think the driver is asking for something to happen
[01:40.70] So he can catch it on his crash cam
[01:44.85] My phone is on selfie from the party and bullshit
[01:47.83] And I catch myself hearty in full screen
[01:51.58] I look like a pin-up on a partition wall
[01:54.62] But with the eyes cut out in the darts' room
[01:58.04] She had the look of a fox that wasn't walking away
[02:01.22] When you catch them in your street, and it's still almost day
[02:05.44] And they don't give a fuck
[02:07.44]
[02:19.01] Every home has its own very rare aroma
[02:22.45] But everyone whose home it is
[02:24.28] Doesn't know it's there
[02:26.01] And this one had the sound of the hush of money
[02:29.48] I could get used to this
[02:32.49] I was casting a frown at her dazzling pout
[02:35.85] She'd had me at "Ciao,' well-mannered, but loud
[02:39.54] It's an accurate account, I laugh when in doubt
[02:42.89] Her back is like, "Wow, she has bags of the pounds"
[02:46.55] She's actually sound, I have to get out
[02:49.81]
[00:12.31] The walk of shame is my daily commute
[00:15.94] The day is putting on yesterday's clothes
[00:18.63] I stay silent, so Sunday doesn't try and get to know me
[00:22.48] Looking through the mirror and behind at the night
[00:25.31] I need a coffee, or excitement, or my eyes to be tight
[00:29.26] Like the end of a TV season, where someone must die
[00:32.60]
[00:39.68] They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
[00:43.04] The walk of shame is my daily commute
[00:46.49] She's soft and cold like violets in autumn
[00:49.66] Or when soft and beautiful wants a violence warning
[00:53.36] On with the talking and the silence isn't awkward
[00:56.71] They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
[01:00.39] The walk of shame is my daily commute
[01:03.67] Lean on the window, we are in limbo
[01:06.79] Between here and near home
[01:08.81] Lean on the window, lean off the drink
[01:11.91] They cleaned out the disco
[01:13.72] Lean off the thing too
[01:15.99] We are in limbo
[01:17.46] Talking on the radio, but the day is mute
[01:20.72] The walk of shame is my daily commute
[01:24.04] With the look on faces, like they're coming away
[01:26.86] From an ATM with no money
[01:30.91] They talk on the radio, but the day is mute
[01:34.52] The walk of shame is my daily commute
[01:37.54] I think the driver is asking for something to happen
[01:40.70] So he can catch it on his crash cam
[01:44.85] My phone is on selfie from the party and bullshit
[01:47.83] And I catch myself hearty in full screen
[01:51.58] I look like a pin-up on a partition wall
[01:54.62] But with the eyes cut out in the darts' room
[01:58.04] She had the look of a fox that wasn't walking away
[02:01.22] When you catch them in your street, and it's still almost day
[02:05.44] And they don't give a fuck
[02:07.44]
[02:19.01] Every home has its own very rare aroma
[02:22.45] But everyone whose home it is
[02:24.28] Doesn't know it's there
[02:26.01] And this one had the sound of the hush of money
[02:29.48] I could get used to this
[02:32.49] I was casting a frown at her dazzling pout
[02:35.85] She'd had me at "Ciao,' well-mannered, but loud
[02:39.54] It's an accurate account, I laugh when in doubt
[02:42.89] Her back is like, "Wow, she has bags of the pounds"
[02:46.55] She's actually sound, I have to get out
[02:49.81]