exposure therapy Songtext
von Khatumu
exposure therapy Songtext
Tail between my legs, took me on a job hunt
We′re hanging up my resume at the waterfront
Nobody's cared about me like that
Counted your breaths on the car ride back home
I wish I could watch us on a TV screen
Kissing in your bed, then to a morning routine
I built a long ladder, laid it on the moon
Climbed a mile up for the bird′s-eye view
Look, we're laughing in the kitchen, wrestled to the floor
Praying you're the one, never done that before
Oh, you are good exposure therapy
You cut the stray dog soul right out of me
Out of me, oh
Friday night party, I′m two feet from a wall
Laugh, we didn′t drive, we didn't drink at all
Go to a diner, wanna steal the mugs
But you′re too honest for that kind of stuff, oh
I don't have the words to even know how I feel
I think I′m dumb, just can't tell if you′re real
I built a long ladder, laid it on the moon
Climbed a mile up for the bird's-eye view
Look, we're laughing in the kitchen, wrestled to the floor
Praying you′re the one, never done that before
Oh, you are good exposure therapy
You cut the stray dog soul right out of me
Shaved off my heavy coat
No point in the heat of the West Coast
It′s not layers, it's walls
A conversation that stalls
But I′m better now
I'm not scared about the fall
Gathered all my roadblocks, made a new house
Built it out of bone and nobody blew it down
Washed a few dishes, hummed a love song
Understood the lyrics, didn′t feel wrong
Oh, you are good exposure therapy
You cut the stray dog soul right out of me
Out of me, oh
We′re hanging up my resume at the waterfront
Nobody's cared about me like that
Counted your breaths on the car ride back home
I wish I could watch us on a TV screen
Kissing in your bed, then to a morning routine
I built a long ladder, laid it on the moon
Climbed a mile up for the bird′s-eye view
Look, we're laughing in the kitchen, wrestled to the floor
Praying you're the one, never done that before
Oh, you are good exposure therapy
You cut the stray dog soul right out of me
Out of me, oh
Friday night party, I′m two feet from a wall
Laugh, we didn′t drive, we didn't drink at all
Go to a diner, wanna steal the mugs
But you′re too honest for that kind of stuff, oh
I don't have the words to even know how I feel
I think I′m dumb, just can't tell if you′re real
I built a long ladder, laid it on the moon
Climbed a mile up for the bird's-eye view
Look, we're laughing in the kitchen, wrestled to the floor
Praying you′re the one, never done that before
Oh, you are good exposure therapy
You cut the stray dog soul right out of me
Shaved off my heavy coat
No point in the heat of the West Coast
It′s not layers, it's walls
A conversation that stalls
But I′m better now
I'm not scared about the fall
Gathered all my roadblocks, made a new house
Built it out of bone and nobody blew it down
Washed a few dishes, hummed a love song
Understood the lyrics, didn′t feel wrong
Oh, you are good exposure therapy
You cut the stray dog soul right out of me
Out of me, oh
Writer(s): Ehren Ebbage, Khatumu Tuchscherer, Pj Frantz, Yusuke Sato Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
