wrong way up in a bloodstained sleeping bag

from warpaint by WHEN THERE IS NONE

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lyrics

Grew tired of writing about myself wasting away
Too many feelings twisted into worn clichés
How can I ever live up to what we’re singing about?
These lyrics swallow me and puke me out

But when the roar of day
Clears the way
For the sounds of night
I shake off the dust
And drift away
With my eyes closed tight

An eternity away from home
Worn out, stuck on a backseat, tired bones
And there’s nothing romantic
About a lack of sleep and self-hate
And there’s nothing romantic
About being an asshole in an asshole band

There must be some reason
When it’s just us
Nothing, if not ourselves
More than a feeling
Something we can trust
Nothing, if not ourselves

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from warpaint, released August 14, 2014

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