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Light thin old
Nowhere I go is home anymore Though I try I hang up my old posters. Nowhere I go is home anymore And the cut it gets deeper each year Until the day that appears A peephole through my chest ‘Cause I’m doing my best But I can’t seem to get off this damned rollercoaster. So I keep dragging ‘round suitcases full of old posters None of my new friends are as good as the old Though I try I keep throwing sleepovers. None of my new friends are as good as the old We’re each going our own separate roads. I try to get a good hold, I try to strengthen my grip But it all fucking slips And it’s no fun alone on this damned rollercoaster. So I keep making good small talk, don’t mention old posters. My favorite old blanket won’t keep me warm no more Thought I try I keep holding it closer. My favorite old blanket won’t keep me warm no more, And old windows they let in the cold. ‘til maybe one morn’ng There’ll be a faint silly breeze And that’ll do it, I’ll freeze ‘Cause I seem to grow lonelier now that I’m older. And all I’ve got are thin blankets, light friends and old posters.
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04.13.2016 (974 days ago)
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Light thin old