Past Lives by The Ready Aim Fire! Lyrics

So when you dream
It’s neon streets
And game-show crowds
That won’t stop clapping
It’s hotel skies
Collapsing minds
That heavy penance
For past lives
The nights on fire
The drunken slurs
And the morning hits you
Like a dirty word

Oh, so you make enough money for your cigarettes
But you can’t implode without an audience
And your lungs try to tell you that you’re going soft
While your woman coughs
So you finally got bored of the tourist traps
And of drinking with the girls for the full collapse
So you stopped disagreeing with the acid thoughts
“Yeah, I’m going soft.”
But when you sing to me
I don’t feel their teeth
Ah, when you sing to me
Well, I don’t hear anything
At all

And she was singing, “Does it eat at you?
Baby, ‘cause it eats at me
But if they’re getting sick of you
Then maybe they’ll get sick of me

But you make enough money for your cigarettes
So there’s no real reason for an audience
Well, they came, they came, they stayed a bit, and they just left

So we’ll domesticate our fears
Baby, we’ll domesticate our vices
And if you leave me, just don’t leave me here
In this silence

So will you sing to me?
‘Cause I still feel their teeth
Oh, will you sing to me?
‘Cause I can’t hear anything
At all
But our past lives
Just our past lives.”