Holy Water by Knope Lyrics
Valentine! Don't lose your stride, you got me good
The way you tap dance through my daydreams makes my heart skip more beats than it should
When will I finally shake it? I can't take it anymore
I'm either waking up to more shit luck or sleeping in on the kitchen floor
The things you do that made me fall for you still kinda freak me out
Like when you found the trap door in my naval and watched the blood start pouring out my mouth
You're my fitted casket, and I wish I could tell you what I once had said before
That I'd climb a mountain just the shout with both my arms out and proclaim...
Feel like that poet we saw swеating at the center of thе stage
Clearly questioning perpetually if they should tear or turn the page
And I'm not saying that it's working, I've just noticed some new trends
I made like six bucks doing bar tricks in a basement with my friends
And I don't have to say a prayer if you're there holding back my hair
Because the spit inside your kisses feels like holy water in excess
I can't protest coincidence but I sense that there's more to fear
Beneath these sorry situations, our fates our subtly revealed
And I'm sorry that I had to be the one to let you hear that I'm still here
The way you tap dance through my daydreams makes my heart skip more beats than it should
When will I finally shake it? I can't take it anymore
I'm either waking up to more shit luck or sleeping in on the kitchen floor
The things you do that made me fall for you still kinda freak me out
Like when you found the trap door in my naval and watched the blood start pouring out my mouth
You're my fitted casket, and I wish I could tell you what I once had said before
That I'd climb a mountain just the shout with both my arms out and proclaim...
Feel like that poet we saw swеating at the center of thе stage
Clearly questioning perpetually if they should tear or turn the page
And I'm not saying that it's working, I've just noticed some new trends
I made like six bucks doing bar tricks in a basement with my friends
And I don't have to say a prayer if you're there holding back my hair
Because the spit inside your kisses feels like holy water in excess
I can't protest coincidence but I sense that there's more to fear
Beneath these sorry situations, our fates our subtly revealed
And I'm sorry that I had to be the one to let you hear that I'm still here