Plastic Folding Chairs Songtext
von Kat Hamilton

Stayed on the line until my tears dried
I′m 6 months into a tunnel with no other side
115 pounds and barely alive
I came back from the dead made of feathers
Curled on the ground screaming my fears out
Into your nervous receiver
Are you gonna hang up on me?
My best friend says she's staying,
But I don′t believe her

I'm getting tired of talking about plastic folding chairs
And thank you for your shares
Just wishing you were there
I'm getting tired of livin a life hidden inside plastic folding chairs
Next to strangers in repair
Just wishing you were there


Thousands of miles between you and I
And your barefoot porch on a humid night
Laughing so hard until my skin fits right
Instead of stale cookies sighs
Everyone here knows my first name
And I′ve give them the blueprints for my veins
But they don′t know what I was like before I came
They see relapse in training

I don't want to introduce myself to anyone
I don′t want to introduce myself to anyone
I don't want to explain myself to anyone
I just wanna talk to you

I′m getting tired of talking about plastic folding chairs
And thank you for your shares
Just wishing you were there
I'm getting tired of livin a life hidden inside plastic folding chairs
Next to strangers in repair
Just wishing you were there
I′m getting tired of talking
I'm getting tired of living
I'm getting tired of plastic folding chairs
I′m getting tired of talking
I′m getting tired of living
I'm getting tired of plastic folding chairs