DISASTER Songtext
von Jeshi

My baby′s depressed and I think it's my fault
Turn up in a two door and I leave it in court
Turn it up, don′t know what I ever think
My baby's depressed and I think it's my fault
Think it′s that wrong
Think out of nowhere the words that I said and the sorrow
Think that′s my worth for once
Think it's not me
My baby′s depressed and I think it's my fault

Tear my world apart
Had my number from the start
Tension slicing like a dart
Right through the air into your heart, rotten
Flagging down the bus, stopping in the caf
Tell me, do you come here often?
And don′t leave fast
Please, don't turn this into disaster


All the chaos in my life got a cause
And you′re no different, I can't put on pause
Should've put you on my mind more
Should′ve turned the seats with recline off, comfy ain′t what I do it for
Pain need abundance, I don't restrain
Benzo, two door, waiting in the rain
Please, forget about the past
Don′t turn this into disaster

Tell me what you want
Tell me what you, tell me what you want
Tell me what you, tell me what you need

Heavy metal
Know I can't settle
Acid drops like petals
I′m a vessel
My heart bellows (Yo, my heart bellows)
When you step in stilettos (when you step in stilettos)
I'll be the vessel (I′ll be the, I'll be the, I'll be the, I′ll be the)
Vessel (I′ll be the vessel)

My baby's depressed and I think it′s my fault
Sorry 'bout presents that I never bought
Sorry ′bout gestures that I never did
Tell me how everything come down to this
Baby's depressed and I think it′s my fault
And I'm sorry 'bout presents that I never bought
Sorry ′bout gestures that I never did
Tell me how everything come down to this


Corset ′round you, course it's time to tighten up
I′m slime, you're slime too, you hate my touch
Porcelain heart, you poor little child
Forced to find yourself, 2005
More to cry to, more for your ears
Know you love it when I put it all on here

Put it all on you, it was wrong, but what could I do?
Could′ve done way more, you said I'm a fucking whore
Acid in the rain, I got a patch for the pain
A batch for your friend too, a latch to hold onto
A bottle for sleep (a bottomless pit), a bottomless pit
Not again with this shit
You never wanna see me
You never wanna see me again, I guess

Could′ve done way more, you said I'm a fucking whore
I could've done way more, you said I′m a fucking whore

My baby′s depressed and I think it's my fault
Sorry ′bout presents that I never bought
Sorry 'bout gestures that I never did
Tell me how everything come down to this
Baby′s depressed and I think it's my fault
I′m sorry 'bout presents that I never bought
Sorry 'bout gestures that I never did
Tell me how everything come down to