Song Lyrics
hearing voices coming from the walls
i built up a tolerance
Oil paint like blood on your hands, bags packed just no where to get off
See you lying face down on the bed, poltergeists knocking at our door
i built up a tolerance
Oh god is that really all we ll know, hunting for something i ll never attain, hunting for something i ll never attain
to coming back home
To coming back home, i built up a tolerance
Fifteen dollars gets you where it gets, hunting for something i ll never attain
to holding my breath
oil paint like blood on your hands
I got a pain i think i wanna forget, i built up a tolerance Tolerance, i built up a tolerance
Oh god is that really all we ll know, i don t want us both to die alone, bags packed just no where to get off
to coming back home
Hearing voices coming from the walls, i built up a tolerance
oh god is that really all we ll know
oh god is that really all we ll know
I built up a tolerance, i built up a tolerance, oh god is that really all we ll know
i ve been chasing dragons for the race
See you lying face down on the bed, i don t want us both to die alone Lake, fifteen dollars gets you where it gets
To holding my breath, to things that i miss, i built up a tolerance
Hunting for something i ll never attain, hearing voices coming from the walls
Oil paint like blood on your hands, fifteen dollars gets you where it gets, i built up a tolerance
I built up a tolerance, to things that i miss, poltergeists knocking at our door
to holding my breath
I built up a tolerance, bags packed just no where to get off, oh god is that really all we ll know
i ve been chasing dragons for the race
To holding my breath, to being this way, to holding my breath
To coming back home, i built up a tolerance, see you lying face down on the bed
to coming back home
I built up a tolerance, i ve been chasing dragons for the race, oh god is that really all we ll know
I don t want us both to die alone, to coming back home Lake, oh god is that really all we ll know
Oil paint like blood on your hands, oh god is that really all we ll know
I built up a tolerance, to things that i miss, oil paint like blood on your hands
I built up a tolerance, to things that i miss Lake, fifteen dollars gets you where it gets
see you lying face down on the bed
poltergeists knocking at our door
I got a pain i think i wanna forget, see you lying face down on the bed Fog, to being this way
fifteen dollars gets you where it gets
to holding my breath
Hearing voices coming from the walls, i built up a tolerance
Oh god is that really all we ll know, i don t want us both to die alone
To coming back home, i ve been chasing dragons for the race, hearing voices coming from the walls
Hearing voices coming from the walls, to coming back home
Oh god is that really all we ll know, i built up a tolerance, i built up a tolerance
Oh god is that really all we ll know, hearing voices coming from the walls