《813 Maryland St.》歌词

歌曲： 813 Maryland St.

所属专辑：Run Wild， Young Beauty

歌手： Hotel Books

时长： 03:37

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She put bullet through a Bible and thought it would empower her, but she felt nothing and that’s all she needed, to finally feel nothing. [00:00:05]

She stopped by my house the next morning and said “I’m sorry but I still don’t feel like this life is worth living, you did all you can you do.[00:00:13]

” I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said “Darling, I’m sorry, but I’m glad I’m not you.”[00:00:20]

She said “At least I know this is all temporary but the carpet grains will still hold stains, even when you die.” [00:00:25]

You won’t have to face them but they will remain. [00:00:32]

She said she had enough baggage to rattle the cage of rage, worthless page after page to rearrange the strange game of pain, seeping further into a strain of remains.[00:00:35]

Tags with names, she felt like the lone survivor of a civil war of inner peace versus inner desire, hoping somehow to change. [00:00:43]

The casualties were her hope and her sanity, [00:00:51]

A damaging calamity of fragile ideals being washed away[00:00:53]

When waging war against a staging of poor ideologies that lead to death,[00:00:57]

But at least she felt something and at least it all meant something.[00:01:02]

There’s no way to see beauty[00:01:09]

When its just the blind leading the blind.[00:01:10]

There’s no way to see beauty[00:01:13]

When its just losing love to justify lies.[00:01:14]

There’s no way to see beauty[00:01:18]

When its just the blind leading the blind.[00:01:19]

There’s no way to see beauty[00:01:22]

When we lose love to justify our stupid lies.[00:01:23]

She said, “I watched my house catch fire and I didn’t feel a thing.”[00:01:28]

Well darling, congratulations, I wish I had that sort of inner peace.[00:01:32]

I’m digging into catacombs built beneath this frame I call a body [00:01:36]

And expectations diminish as I uncovered there’s nothing underneath hiding.[00:01:41]

She had taken what I once needed to feel like I could be something [00:01:46]

And I spent so long being bitter but now I’m finally celebrating,[00:01:49]

Thanking God for those brief moments where my eyes met hers. [00:01:53]

And she was caught in a life that felt like one rapid blur the spur of the moment cure for her boredom and my lack of adventure.[00:01:56]

We were caught somewhere between a pack of menthols[00:02:05]

She kept on the nightstand where she would sleep[00:02:08]

And a broken down truck that used to drive her to her dreams[00:02:11]

But now sat as an eye sore metaphor for the home we created to nourish our weaknesses;[00:02:14]

The brittle middle ground sounding this rebound argument with God that we call living.[00:02:19]

It was nothing not even trying to win any sort of race,[00:02:24]

I just wanted to finish, or at least sort of place[00:02:28]

But as I kept running I diminished the existence I created out of love[00:02:31]

So I can breath easier. [00:02:35]

When I tried to fall asleep in this ocean pushing me side to side on her[00:02:38]

Her broken dreams.[00:02:47]

Her broken dreams.[00:02:56]

She said, “It’s easier to fall asleep just knowing that when I have something to say somebody’s listening to me.”[00:03:03]

She said, “I don’t care if I have a plan. I don’t care if I understand all I need to know is that I have some sort of calling.[00:03:11]

I just need to know that somebody is listening.”[00:03:25]