"Tiny Suicides" lyrics
Maybe this streak's alive
Color in the things you like, about me
Was it the violence
That split the stars in threes?
Looking in the back where the planets end
The dedication page, it begins
Nah I don't drink much, just the cold stuff
Nah I wouldn't lie down drown in the wet ground
I can't deny
The Futurist's abyss is on the rise
Tried to tip my way into heaven's gate
Must of lost a fortune along the way
I never saved, up for a rainy day
I put it all upon the brass collection plate
Am I gonna die?
Or beat back all these tiny suicides?
Maybe if the sky aligns
Maybe I could have you, one last time
Was it the silence
That amplified the reverb in my mind?
Someday we all die
Why give into these tiny suicides?
Color in the things you like, about me
Was it the violence
That split the stars in threes?
Looking in the back where the planets end
The dedication page, it begins
Nah I don't drink much, just the cold stuff
Nah I wouldn't lie down drown in the wet ground
I can't deny
The Futurist's abyss is on the rise
Tried to tip my way into heaven's gate
Must of lost a fortune along the way
I never saved, up for a rainy day
I put it all upon the brass collection plate
Am I gonna die?
Or beat back all these tiny suicides?
Maybe if the sky aligns
Maybe I could have you, one last time
Was it the silence
That amplified the reverb in my mind?
Someday we all die
Why give into these tiny suicides?
Writer(s): Conor Oberst, Nathaniel Walcott, Alex Levine
