Sober To Death Lyrics - Car Seat Headrest

Lovely lovely 

in your jeans, frenzy 

another movie that I didn't watch with you 

another movie and I'm gonna have to move 

That final terror is in your house somewhere 

Hiding in boxes, behind closed doorways 

Out from the forest adjacent to your garage 

I've seen its marks at the corners of your eyes 

Nothing works 

Nothing works for everyone 

Good stories are bad lives 

Good stories are bad lives 

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Take your hands off your neck and hold 

On to the ghost of my body 

You know that good lives make bad stories 

You can text me 

When punching mattresses gets old 

Don't think it'll always be this way 

Not comforted by anything I say 

We were wrecks before we crashed into each other 

Such a good idea 

If it turns you on 

We have breakdowns 

And sometimes we don't have breakdowns 

I want to hear you going psycho 

If you're going psycho I wanna hear 

Every conversation just ends with you screaming 

Not even words, just ahh-ahh-ahh 

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Take my hands off your neck and hold 

On to the ghost of your body 

I know that good lives make bad stories 

You can text me 

When punching mattresses gets old 

What if it'll always be this way 

Not comforted by anything you say 

We were wrecks before we crashed into each other 

Don't worry 

You and me won't be alone no more