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Tourneforte - Fold текст песни

Исполнитель: Tourneforte

альбом: Exit


I've spent all this time creating for myself
The sun is beating down until I melt
I never should've looked until I fell
I've spent all this time creating my own hell
A subtle exploration of the things that have made me, a cold drive on Peachtree
A car that is broken, I think I deserve it
I'll be crawling to your bed
A broken record player etching sounds in your head
Leave your mattress on the floor
Never fold your sheets cause you don't fold anymore
Let me burn down the walls
Your hands are covered, color-coated, and reformed
The silent sounds of the distant policing
Your family's repeating
I never thought you took this to heart
Take me back to seventeen
A lack of concern and your lack of me
Burning down the ties that bind
I never tried, never trust
Never tried, never trust
And I wanna be so much more
I'll be crawling to your bed
Broken record player etching sounds in your living room instead
I'll be sleeping on the floor
Never fold on me, cause I don't fold anymore
I'll try to curate a time where I don't mind inside
Study the blades of your ceiling fan
If I stuck to my tactic, I'd never feel static
I'd bend and then break again
Never tried, never trust
Never fold on me anymore

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