Jessica Hates the Future by Post Prom Lyrics
Growing numb comfortably, accepting mortality
Believe that there’s nothing waiting on the other side, at least not for me
You’d never think this deeply growing up repeating
The words of a sermon you never questioned, that is until now
Angels in the canyon sing, I don’t feel anything
Angels in the canyon sing, I don’t feel anything
Do you think of me when you rest your head at night
I lie awake thinking of purpose
If everything is worthless, then maybe we’ll all be alright
Monogamy, a fairy tale we all still believe
And how many real love stories have happy endings anymore
If chivalry is dead, did love die with it, should we have as well
If chivalry is dead, did love die with it, should we have as well
Angels in the canyon sing, I don’t feel anything
Angels in the canyon sing, I don’t feel anything
I don’t feel anything
Do you think of me when you rest your head at night
I lie awake thinking of purpose
If everything is worthless, then maybe we’ll all be alright
The bottles on the shelf from your autumn wedding
They’ve shattered one by one due to the door to the garage slamming shut
Funny how this question arises, does God leave the church after its foreclosure
Then where does she go, where does she go
Do you think of me when you rest your head at night
I lie awake thinking of purpose
If everything is worthless, then maybe we’ll all be alright
Believe that there’s nothing waiting on the other side, at least not for me
You’d never think this deeply growing up repeating
The words of a sermon you never questioned, that is until now
Angels in the canyon sing, I don’t feel anything
Angels in the canyon sing, I don’t feel anything
Do you think of me when you rest your head at night
I lie awake thinking of purpose
If everything is worthless, then maybe we’ll all be alright
Monogamy, a fairy tale we all still believe
And how many real love stories have happy endings anymore
If chivalry is dead, did love die with it, should we have as well
If chivalry is dead, did love die with it, should we have as well
Angels in the canyon sing, I don’t feel anything
Angels in the canyon sing, I don’t feel anything
I don’t feel anything
Do you think of me when you rest your head at night
I lie awake thinking of purpose
If everything is worthless, then maybe we’ll all be alright
The bottles on the shelf from your autumn wedding
They’ve shattered one by one due to the door to the garage slamming shut
Funny how this question arises, does God leave the church after its foreclosure
Then where does she go, where does she go
Do you think of me when you rest your head at night
I lie awake thinking of purpose
If everything is worthless, then maybe we’ll all be alright