Sweater Weather by Tage WVB Lyrics
Running into black holes like you don’t even know them
I’m the bomb in the streaks of strict streets blowing up
Say it like you knowing it
Every word, owning it
You a fucking man, better start acting it
I’m a fucking fraud, and actor without a roll
An archer without a bow
An American teen without hope
Wonder where that leaves me?
Living days sleazy
Pockets with no money
Food without a tummy
State without a county
Can’t commit, too divided
Don’t respect, always lying
Hate life, but shinning bright like a motherfucking diamond
Your looking at a future sensation
He’s in my head
But I think he just left
Fuck my life again
I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you’re saying to me
Stop speaking gibberish
Keep nonsense off your lips
Don’t got time for shit
Collect yourself
No one else
Living hell
Collect yourself
No one else
Living hell
I’m easy to break, I’m just not easy to catch
You wasting away, I die a glamorous death
Don’t make that face, it might get stuck like that
Don’t walk in front of the pitcher, you might get hit with a bat
Man, please let me go, I’m feeling nauseous
Man, please let me go, I’m feeling nauseous
Don’t take none my words outta context
Don’t take situations outta hand, in my palm
On my foot, squash that shit with my soul
Watered down cereal, sitting in a glass bowl
Shatter it on the floor
I watched leak, it left a mess
I didn’t clean it, sorry
I’m the bomb in the streaks of strict streets blowing up
Say it like you knowing it
Every word, owning it
You a fucking man, better start acting it
I’m a fucking fraud, and actor without a roll
An archer without a bow
An American teen without hope
Wonder where that leaves me?
Living days sleazy
Pockets with no money
Food without a tummy
State without a county
Can’t commit, too divided
Don’t respect, always lying
Hate life, but shinning bright like a motherfucking diamond
Your looking at a future sensation
He’s in my head
But I think he just left
Fuck my life again
I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you’re saying to me
Stop speaking gibberish
Keep nonsense off your lips
Don’t got time for shit
Collect yourself
No one else
Living hell
Collect yourself
No one else
Living hell
I’m easy to break, I’m just not easy to catch
You wasting away, I die a glamorous death
Don’t make that face, it might get stuck like that
Don’t walk in front of the pitcher, you might get hit with a bat
Man, please let me go, I’m feeling nauseous
Man, please let me go, I’m feeling nauseous
Don’t take none my words outta context
Don’t take situations outta hand, in my palm
On my foot, squash that shit with my soul
Watered down cereal, sitting in a glass bowl
Shatter it on the floor
I watched leak, it left a mess
I didn’t clean it, sorry