waist deep Songtext
von Bea Keller

Sometimes I′m Joe Goldberg
But without all the murder
I just kill my sanity
I'm such a great observer
What kind of moralities?
Hahaha whatever
Let′s get in the program
And then wait for like an error

Eminence I think
Or limerence you said?
So much wrong with all I know
I'm just a bit upset
I offered my lipstick
And you smudged my mascara
And then I went fucking mental
Go on, call me"Miss Mad Hatter"
Call me"Miss Mad Matter"


As long as we're talking
I will get smarter by the minute
As long as we′re talking
I will miss moments I′m still living

I was told it suited me
The youth that had eluded me
I'm writing journals
Talking in circles
Lied but kept my truths in line
I hope twenty-three wasn′t my prime
But I'm wasted
Preaching waist deep in it
Am I waist deep in it?

A little bit sick
And a little bit fun
Watch, instead of talking
I will write another song
No one will ever hear
And I will never sing
Guilt has that effect on me
It′s kinda my thing


Funny how the soul
I put in all my art
All comes rushing down on me
On a train from
Paris to St. Pancras
Paris to St. Pancras
They make the announcements
And then I get kinda anxious
I get kinda anxious sometimes

As long as we're talking
I will get smarter by the minute
As long as we′re talking
I will miss moments I'm still living

I was told it suited me
The youth that had eluded me
I'm writing journals
Talking in circles
Lied but kept my truths in line
I hope twenty-three wasn′t my prime
But I′m wasted
Preaching waist deep in it

(As long as we're talking)
Am I waist deep in it?
(Smarter by the minute)

(As long as we′re talking)
Am I waist deep in it?
(Moments I'm still living)

(As long as we′re talking)
Am I waist deep in it?
(Smarter by the minute)

(As long as we're talking)
Am I waist deep in it?
(Moments I′m still living)