Subtle Art Of The Breakup Song Testo
Testo Subtle Art Of The Breakup Song
[ you know you look like an angel when you're sleeping, right?
come on, wake up girl.
i know you're not going to spend your whole birthday in the shower...
i'm gonna go pack up the car
looks like it's gonna rain
c'mon, don't worry about it ]
it's only sprinkling, i tell her
nothing is wrong
and we playing the license plate game and i'm lovin what she keep doin to my inner thigh
rockin' the diamond earrings i gave her
she's smilin', looking angelic
all her friends secretly hate her beauty
she know she got it
got me where she want me,
all erotic
next to her hand, the k is burning a whole in my pocket
i pull it over
get her a soda
i'm half-gone
hit the bathroom
stick the key in the jar to turn it back on
look in the mirror,
throw some water on my face
i'm snotty
thinking of things i'm 'bout to do to my girl's body
the rain is picking up now
my eyes are kind of lazy
the sky is hazy she's like 'you look pale'
i say she was crazy
push the pedal to the floormat
hydroplane
corrected it fast
then slowed down past a car crash
she put her head on my shoulder
says she was gettin a little sleepy
don't worry baby, we're minutes from heaven
i picked my face up with glass in it
can't remember the last minute
glovebox: my girl's face smashed in it
i called her name out but she ain't respond
pulled her shoulder back, touched her arm
her entire fucking face is gone
i see her breathing,
i'm pleading with jesus
leave her lifeless
don't leave her like this
reach for the birthday balloon of nitrous
i'm trying to dial for help with hands i can't feel
stuck in the driver's seat my broken ribs gripping the steering wheel
she squeezed my hand and let go
i should have been sittin shotty
and the rain wouldn't still be pouring all over that angel's body
i'm trying to crawl back in the k-hole to get out of the car
but the k won't climb out of my nose and back in the jar
this isn't her i tell myself
at least she's happy
wherever she is her soul is out looking at me
i pump my fist to bleed out
to catch her and let the worms play
and tell her i'm sorry i gave her death for her birthday
come on, wake up girl.
i know you're not going to spend your whole birthday in the shower...
i'm gonna go pack up the car
looks like it's gonna rain
c'mon, don't worry about it ]
it's only sprinkling, i tell her
nothing is wrong
and we playing the license plate game and i'm lovin what she keep doin to my inner thigh
rockin' the diamond earrings i gave her
she's smilin', looking angelic
all her friends secretly hate her beauty
she know she got it
got me where she want me,
all erotic
next to her hand, the k is burning a whole in my pocket
i pull it over
get her a soda
i'm half-gone
hit the bathroom
stick the key in the jar to turn it back on
look in the mirror,
throw some water on my face
i'm snotty
thinking of things i'm 'bout to do to my girl's body
the rain is picking up now
my eyes are kind of lazy
the sky is hazy she's like 'you look pale'
i say she was crazy
push the pedal to the floormat
hydroplane
corrected it fast
then slowed down past a car crash
she put her head on my shoulder
says she was gettin a little sleepy
don't worry baby, we're minutes from heaven
i picked my face up with glass in it
can't remember the last minute
glovebox: my girl's face smashed in it
i called her name out but she ain't respond
pulled her shoulder back, touched her arm
her entire fucking face is gone
i see her breathing,
i'm pleading with jesus
leave her lifeless
don't leave her like this
reach for the birthday balloon of nitrous
i'm trying to dial for help with hands i can't feel
stuck in the driver's seat my broken ribs gripping the steering wheel
she squeezed my hand and let go
i should have been sittin shotty
and the rain wouldn't still be pouring all over that angel's body
i'm trying to crawl back in the k-hole to get out of the car
but the k won't climb out of my nose and back in the jar
this isn't her i tell myself
at least she's happy
wherever she is her soul is out looking at me
i pump my fist to bleed out
to catch her and let the worms play
and tell her i'm sorry i gave her death for her birthday
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