Hay Fever - Eyedea & Abilities

I’m not shit, I’m champagne

Let’s all go home, kill ourselves and our radios

Where’s my head?

This isn’t mine

Nobody loves a thing everyone is fucking crazy

In control, it’s not my fault

They’ll be sorry once I skin them

Scared to life, a painless death

Make sure she knows I love her right before she floats away

I can’t hear you, screams too loud

All my ideas become perfect little blind spots

Fold me in, tucked away

I’m starting to think I never learn what I need to learn

All things pass, we bruise skin

Holding onto things that we shouldn’t be allowed to keep

Make them proud, dredged in guilt

Call me when the miracle reduces to coincidence

My casted wings are almost stubs now

I can’t feel a thing, just like you promised

I was always bad at being good

I was always bad at being good

I was always bad

There’s no hell more harsh than a memory

There’s no home more hell than an empty nest

Winter takes the warm away, spring takes the cold away

Summer takes the rain away and fall took away my friend

I believe there’s never a place better than right where you are

Although imagining an afterlife can tend to mend a broken heart

And with someone dead, it’s a way of coping with loss

But I don’t need you out there somewhere if I have you in my thoughts

I don’t envy anyone in a position where they’re forced to choose

Pull the plug or not I can’t tell if this is for me or you

I mean I know you’re sick, tired, and confused

But sometimes letting the tired go to sleep is the best thing to do

I will hold your head while the doctor sticks the needle in

I’ll always remember our companionship and what it meant

And on Sunday, October the 5th, you took your last breath

And you will be missed

My casted wings are almost stubs now