THE SINKER Songtext
von Cole Steef
THE SINKER Songtext
Slow down, you′re breaking daylight
Think about what he just told you
If you can't get it the first time
Well, you′ve only got so many fingers left
And aren't you getting it so kind
Lucky that it's just an earful of tobacco spit and blood projecting
Back at his gaping lip on the hit of
Letting you know, if you didn′t before
There was a time when a breather was a ticket to
Hovering, collar in his hand
Against the pavement, how to understand
That reflecting, it′s a Rorschach, hard to define
Someone who doesn't resent you, just wants you to keep yourself alive
But the means is a knife, and a cholera swig from the ground
Mere agitation, so just enjoy the meltdown
I want you to kill me, so step forward and kill me
I wanna feel at home again
Make me feel at home, but the one that′s in your head
Flood, flood, flood me over, at the sight of stems
I wanna be the sinker that swims
She's got a cellphone, she′s calling the cops
She's holding you back from being headstrong
And if you feel like, don′t feel
Let the words from his fat neck turn you around
It could be your head in a fence
All wired and smoking when the flare is set
At the door are the neighbors, shaking, undressed
Telling him to stop, but you know, their kids are living at home
So be kind, and be proud
Filling gashes in your skin means nothing to being loud
You can handle it, your generation's too soft
You're depressed? I′ll show you depressed
Oh, it′s cinematic, the way he pulls out the thrill
Set his trauma clear to make you ill
Cuz the kid's got it better than he ever did
And no son′s invited to fight the word that goes
It's his, so roll the dice, but might he just batter envy on your soul
Battering envy on your soul
Cologne and envy on your soul
Hot sweat and envy on your soul
Batter
I want you to kill me, so step forward and kill me
I wanna feel at home again
Make me feel at home, but the one that′s in your head
Flood, flood, flood me over at the sight of stems
I wanna be the sinker that swims
Ah
I wanna be the sinker that swims
Think about what he just told you
If you can't get it the first time
Well, you′ve only got so many fingers left
And aren't you getting it so kind
Lucky that it's just an earful of tobacco spit and blood projecting
Back at his gaping lip on the hit of
Letting you know, if you didn′t before
There was a time when a breather was a ticket to
Hovering, collar in his hand
Against the pavement, how to understand
That reflecting, it′s a Rorschach, hard to define
Someone who doesn't resent you, just wants you to keep yourself alive
But the means is a knife, and a cholera swig from the ground
Mere agitation, so just enjoy the meltdown
I want you to kill me, so step forward and kill me
I wanna feel at home again
Make me feel at home, but the one that′s in your head
Flood, flood, flood me over, at the sight of stems
I wanna be the sinker that swims
She's got a cellphone, she′s calling the cops
She's holding you back from being headstrong
And if you feel like, don′t feel
Let the words from his fat neck turn you around
It could be your head in a fence
All wired and smoking when the flare is set
At the door are the neighbors, shaking, undressed
Telling him to stop, but you know, their kids are living at home
So be kind, and be proud
Filling gashes in your skin means nothing to being loud
You can handle it, your generation's too soft
You're depressed? I′ll show you depressed
Oh, it′s cinematic, the way he pulls out the thrill
Set his trauma clear to make you ill
Cuz the kid's got it better than he ever did
And no son′s invited to fight the word that goes
It's his, so roll the dice, but might he just batter envy on your soul
Battering envy on your soul
Cologne and envy on your soul
Hot sweat and envy on your soul
Batter
I want you to kill me, so step forward and kill me
I wanna feel at home again
Make me feel at home, but the one that′s in your head
Flood, flood, flood me over at the sight of stems
I wanna be the sinker that swims
Ah
I wanna be the sinker that swims
Writer(s): Cole Stieferman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
