The End Of Comedy - Drugdealer, Weyes Blood

I’ve got a new kind of lullaby

The fiction takes a picture of what’s on my mind

When I need something to tell me I’m fine

You got your money

But your talk is cheap

Nothing funny when you’re here with me

A dramedy

I’m in love with laughter

Sing with all my true

You can take a stab at a faith

But it always comes down to you

Always goes down to you

You keep it moving inside your mind

I always love you, but it’s hard to define

I just need someone

To help me unwind

You got me honey

Please talk to me

There’s nothing funny

Just a magazine

I’m in love with laughter

Sing with all my true

You can take a stab at a faith fate

But it always comes down to you

Always comes down

Always goes down to you