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Body Thief – Night Owls In Mating Season lyrics
Just sit tight and don’t talk
You make me feel miserable
But only in short intervals
I'm thinking maybe you’re fine
It's just hysteria taking its
Sweet time to heal
So we can feel again
Under the mattress
Resides stains from tear ducts
I've lost my train of thought
Brain damage from OCD
Is preventing my thoughts from here
You know that I would rather be
Able to see crystal clear
[for the both of us]
I can't thank you enough
For all the times
My ugly thoughts creep up
When sin and murder seem so cordial
And I just can't keep up love
I'm so fed up with watching us
We love to interrupt
We love to buck
I'm sorry to say
Your alpha face
Is not enough
To reconnect the rope of lust you cut
Shut me out then suck me in
A battle of wits against your twin
You always win
Think of it
I'm desperate
To beat it within
To problem solve
Where it begins
You asphyxiate my focus
While the gods of love provoke us
Help me break this spell
That they've cast down
We can't mend or try to fix this
When the odds are so against us
Crawling from this hell to higher ground
The artist
The dancer
The actress
Enchanter
They all had no answers
They all were just cancer
But along came this one now it's all a blur
I can't forget her
I tried so many times to clear my mind
I just don't get her
Jesus help me
We sit quiet
Lay in silence
Then get violent
Wish I could speak softer-toned now
Let's turn this down to a three now
In the parking lot of the hotel you scream
The officer had asked for the keys and ID
You accidentally left your weed
Right in the passenger seat
So what did I do?
I took it with me
You asphyxiate my focus
While the gods of love provoke us
Help me break this spell
That they've cast down
You can't mend or try to fix this
When the odds are so against us
Crawling from this hell to higher ground
Just sit tight and don't talk
I used to feel miserable
But now that you're gone
I'm alright
You make me feel miserable
But only in short intervals
I'm thinking maybe you’re fine
It's just hysteria taking its
Sweet time to heal
So we can feel again
Under the mattress
Resides stains from tear ducts
I've lost my train of thought
Brain damage from OCD
Is preventing my thoughts from here
You know that I would rather be
Able to see crystal clear
[for the both of us]
I can't thank you enough
For all the times
My ugly thoughts creep up
When sin and murder seem so cordial
And I just can't keep up love
I'm so fed up with watching us
We love to interrupt
We love to buck
I'm sorry to say
Your alpha face
Is not enough
To reconnect the rope of lust you cut
Shut me out then suck me in
A battle of wits against your twin
You always win
Think of it
I'm desperate
To beat it within
To problem solve
Where it begins
You asphyxiate my focus
While the gods of love provoke us
Help me break this spell
That they've cast down
We can't mend or try to fix this
When the odds are so against us
Crawling from this hell to higher ground
The artist
The dancer
The actress
Enchanter
They all had no answers
They all were just cancer
But along came this one now it's all a blur
I can't forget her
I tried so many times to clear my mind
I just don't get her
Jesus help me
We sit quiet
Lay in silence
Then get violent
Wish I could speak softer-toned now
Let's turn this down to a three now
In the parking lot of the hotel you scream
The officer had asked for the keys and ID
You accidentally left your weed
Right in the passenger seat
So what did I do?
I took it with me
You asphyxiate my focus
While the gods of love provoke us
Help me break this spell
That they've cast down
You can't mend or try to fix this
When the odds are so against us
Crawling from this hell to higher ground
Just sit tight and don't talk
I used to feel miserable
But now that you're gone
I'm alright
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