Lyrics
The gas lamps lead me to you
A parking lot made for two
[Chorus]
It’s a big thing coming
Big thing coming
It’s a big thing coming
Big thing coming
Look around
We’re hellbound
The ocean
Inside of my chest
Eruptions
That never let me rest
[Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus]
The heater is broken for another week
So these cases are getting colder as we speak They’ve been mailing these letters cut out and glued on With the lyrics of my favorite song:
“Where have all the cowboys gone?”
[Chorus]
I can follow the footprints that surround me
I can dust all the fingerprints found on
I can trace all the DNA inside me
But it still lands on the usual suspects
I’m low on the red string
That’s keeping me high
And I’m pacing around
As the hours pass by
The intruder within likes
To leave little clues
For a place that I never knew
“Through this veil, a light shines through”
[Chorus]
It still lands on the usual suspects It still lands on the usual suspects It still lands on the usual suspects
[Repeat Chorus]
I could be prettier
But I wouldn’t be me
I hate myself enough
To like my company
I could be prettier
but I wouldn’t be me
I order the same thing
In a diner on Beverly
[Chorus]
But caught in the middle is a crater so deep
That carries our pain with the secrets we keep
I want to make you cry so you know I’m not weak
I could be prettier
(To you)
With a shape made of glass
Pour a batch of Tom & Jerry
I’d be winning at last
I could be meaner
But I think you’d be lying
That you didn’t like the spark in my eye
When I talked about dying
[Chorus]
It’s a cautionary tale
As my face continues to grow pale
At the thought you leaving for good
A bubbly conversation
A smile to remember
When you felt something beat in the pit of December