Keychain Songtext
von The Menzingers
Keychain Songtext
I feel my teeth turning black
I feel my hands too cold to grasp this neck of my instrument
At last, I′ll strangle it to death
I hear the laughs outside the speakers
My attempts at serious won't hold a candle to the rest
Won′t hold a candle to the best
More like a keychain flashlight busted
I'm adolescent novelty
With awkward wording, I'm generic, generic, oh
I feel my lungs turning black
I feel this process closing in
I′m driving fingers pre-written in dream
Sell my life as a machine
I feel my aching bones
I may shrivel away like artifacts
With an insignia on the back
Laminated body bags
More like a keychain flashlight busted
I′m adolescent novelty
With awkward wording, I'm generic, generic, oh
It′s cutting off my circulation
They've won, I′m breaking up on our side
I crumble like dust and I'm carried away
Let′s place our bets on all our friends
Seeing in the end, which were dispensable anyway
Expand the margins of our paper
And the words I never meant to say
Whoa-oh
I feel my teeth turning black
I feel my hands too cold to grasp this neck of my instrument
At last, I'll strangle it to death
I hear the laughs outside the speakers
My attempts at serious won't hold a candle to the rest
Won′t hold a candle to the best
I won′t let go, this photograph says so
I won't let go, I swear to God, I think you told me so
Watch this whipping pitch, my disrespect for protocol
Pretending as a liar, the world can′t be this small
Hands in the sack, attack, never coming back
As those who take it raw
The potential's offering nothing at all, you
More like a keychain flashlight busted
I′m adolescent novelty
With awkward wording, I'm generic, generic, oh
I feel my hands too cold to grasp this neck of my instrument
At last, I′ll strangle it to death
I hear the laughs outside the speakers
My attempts at serious won't hold a candle to the rest
Won′t hold a candle to the best
More like a keychain flashlight busted
I'm adolescent novelty
With awkward wording, I'm generic, generic, oh
I feel my lungs turning black
I feel this process closing in
I′m driving fingers pre-written in dream
Sell my life as a machine
I feel my aching bones
I may shrivel away like artifacts
With an insignia on the back
Laminated body bags
More like a keychain flashlight busted
I′m adolescent novelty
With awkward wording, I'm generic, generic, oh
It′s cutting off my circulation
They've won, I′m breaking up on our side
I crumble like dust and I'm carried away
Let′s place our bets on all our friends
Seeing in the end, which were dispensable anyway
Expand the margins of our paper
And the words I never meant to say
Whoa-oh
I feel my teeth turning black
I feel my hands too cold to grasp this neck of my instrument
At last, I'll strangle it to death
I hear the laughs outside the speakers
My attempts at serious won't hold a candle to the rest
Won′t hold a candle to the best
I won′t let go, this photograph says so
I won't let go, I swear to God, I think you told me so
Watch this whipping pitch, my disrespect for protocol
Pretending as a liar, the world can′t be this small
Hands in the sack, attack, never coming back
As those who take it raw
The potential's offering nothing at all, you
More like a keychain flashlight busted
I′m adolescent novelty
With awkward wording, I'm generic, generic, oh
Writer(s): Barnett Gregory Cornelius, May Thomas F Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

