Lyrics to I'll Take My Spoons With Me When I Leave (EP Ver.)
Please sit down my love
it's time we had this talk.
I never used the words you want to hear.
But if I ever did, we never would have found the reasons
this would just not work for us.
Ah ah ah (in background),
And all these silent memories
like the drugs we took when you couldn't find your feet.
And every day
we celebrate
a new religion bound by opportunity.
Another war, an endless battle
where we push and pull until there's nothing left.
And now I roam these rooms
looking for another move to make
that will take me nowhere.
But after thirty years
a hundred thousand beers
I still have questions, but no answers.
ah ah ah (in background)
And all these violent memories
like the drunken night when I broke the bedroom wardrobe.
And everyday
we celebrate
a new belief in our undying apathy.
Another war, an endless battle
where we kill eachother over and over again.
I could still imagine you,
as you move across this room,
with almost nothing on at all.
I can't remember what happens next,
it's blank and blurry
and all the brilliant parts dissolve
all the brilliant parts dissolve.
And every day
we celebrate
the undenying death of everything we are.
Another war, an endless battle
where we kill eachother over and over again.
it's time we had this talk.
I never used the words you want to hear.
But if I ever did, we never would have found the reasons
this would just not work for us.
Ah ah ah (in background),
And all these silent memories
like the drugs we took when you couldn't find your feet.
And every day
we celebrate
a new religion bound by opportunity.
Another war, an endless battle
where we push and pull until there's nothing left.
And now I roam these rooms
looking for another move to make
that will take me nowhere.
But after thirty years
a hundred thousand beers
I still have questions, but no answers.
ah ah ah (in background)
And all these violent memories
like the drunken night when I broke the bedroom wardrobe.
And everyday
we celebrate
a new belief in our undying apathy.
Another war, an endless battle
where we kill eachother over and over again.
I could still imagine you,
as you move across this room,
with almost nothing on at all.
I can't remember what happens next,
it's blank and blurry
and all the brilliant parts dissolve
all the brilliant parts dissolve.
And every day
we celebrate
the undenying death of everything we are.
Another war, an endless battle
where we kill eachother over and over again.
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