CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Heartache
You give me an ocular migraine whenever you come home late
Even though I'm drunk I recognize your coat wet with hate
Don't give me that scowl when you look in my general direction
You couldn't leave me if you tried, because this love's plan was my invention
It was never my intention for this plan to go south, Highway 65 from Louisville to Nashville to stay with your moms couch
You'll be nothing without me, and I hope you'll regret this
No amount of pills I could've taken would've prepared me for what was on my plate for breakfast
I saw him propose in a mansion
You little sorry a** b*t*h I hope you f**kin-
F**k
Writing this song I wanna throw it out
Because I'm letting my violent behavior be exchanged for doubt
I understand you saw this place as a wolf spider nest and not a house
But what is left for me? The mange ridden mouse
Christine woke up from her dream after all
And saw that the heart of her phantom was actually ten times less small
And his face ridden with scars from when he used to beat his head against a wall
When the doctors told him who he was, that child has since been mauled
Bearenstain Bears couldn't teach him sh*t
Cause his friends always abused him, told him it was ok to be hit
So he grew up hitting others, this ain't no f**king hissy fit but I am angry at myself, so I express this hate through grit, the nit I spit is lit
I'm slowly dying and everyday my bones creak with age
But truth is I'm dying because I thought it was ok to be full of rage
Always had my hands between the bar of the prison cage
Well, on this day the boy dies and in his place will be this page
Lay this on my grave
Lay this on my grave
Even though I'm drunk I recognize your coat wet with hate
Don't give me that scowl when you look in my general direction
You couldn't leave me if you tried, because this love's plan was my invention
It was never my intention for this plan to go south, Highway 65 from Louisville to Nashville to stay with your moms couch
You'll be nothing without me, and I hope you'll regret this
No amount of pills I could've taken would've prepared me for what was on my plate for breakfast
I saw him propose in a mansion
You little sorry a** b*t*h I hope you f**kin-
F**k
Writing this song I wanna throw it out
Because I'm letting my violent behavior be exchanged for doubt
I understand you saw this place as a wolf spider nest and not a house
But what is left for me? The mange ridden mouse
Christine woke up from her dream after all
And saw that the heart of her phantom was actually ten times less small
And his face ridden with scars from when he used to beat his head against a wall
When the doctors told him who he was, that child has since been mauled
Bearenstain Bears couldn't teach him sh*t
Cause his friends always abused him, told him it was ok to be hit
So he grew up hitting others, this ain't no f**king hissy fit but I am angry at myself, so I express this hate through grit, the nit I spit is lit
I'm slowly dying and everyday my bones creak with age
But truth is I'm dying because I thought it was ok to be full of rage
Always had my hands between the bar of the prison cage
Well, on this day the boy dies and in his place will be this page
Lay this on my grave
Lay this on my grave
