Petty Small Talk ( Suffocate Me )
It's so easy to pull apart that exterior. So easy to wipe away that happy charade to see you're just a hurt little girl who holds little grudges that last a whole lifetime. Fade to grey. Turn to red. Back to black. Keep these colours in your head. Circle them around your bedroom floor. Keep your eye on the door. The one you want to love will walk straight out. The one you want to love will walk straight on out.
And it's your colour I see through. Because you can only suffocate me. Your neuroses play on my mind. Is this the future you really want? You get so angry over dark philosophies. Little jokes that make you cold. But you don't cover yourself in glory. You hide what you want and reveal little for fear of rejection. This petty small talk is all that we've got because it's all that we ever do. Fade to grey. Turn to red. Back to black. Sing the blues.
Oh the years that have passed. And why can't a relationship ever last? Roll on the grey years. Roll on the blue. You won't get my sympathy. You're too secretive to get me to care. It's not me who makes you depressed, it's yourself and your tortured ways. You want a person to hide your failings behind. Your own posession. Fade to grey. Turn to red. Back to black. Sing the blues. Pick and choose.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Are you humourless? Do you sleep in the night when you wish upon a star? Do you wish you had a man and a woman to satisfy your bisexual alter egos? Are you not the figment of your repressed biological state that yearns to break out but find that you're too chained to the stakes of your own religion no matter how you renounce it? Answer the questions. Answer the questions. And fade to grey. Turn to red. Back to black. Sing the blues. Pick and choose. You only lose.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
You only lose.
And it's your colour I see through. Because you can only suffocate me. Your neuroses play on my mind. Is this the future you really want? You get so angry over dark philosophies. Little jokes that make you cold. But you don't cover yourself in glory. You hide what you want and reveal little for fear of rejection. This petty small talk is all that we've got because it's all that we ever do. Fade to grey. Turn to red. Back to black. Sing the blues.
Oh the years that have passed. And why can't a relationship ever last? Roll on the grey years. Roll on the blue. You won't get my sympathy. You're too secretive to get me to care. It's not me who makes you depressed, it's yourself and your tortured ways. You want a person to hide your failings behind. Your own posession. Fade to grey. Turn to red. Back to black. Sing the blues. Pick and choose.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Are you humourless? Do you sleep in the night when you wish upon a star? Do you wish you had a man and a woman to satisfy your bisexual alter egos? Are you not the figment of your repressed biological state that yearns to break out but find that you're too chained to the stakes of your own religion no matter how you renounce it? Answer the questions. Answer the questions. And fade to grey. Turn to red. Back to black. Sing the blues. Pick and choose. You only lose.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
Petty small talk. It's your colour. Suffocate me.
You only lose.
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