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The Front Bottoms

camouflage

 

camouflage

(album: In Sickness & In Flames - 2020)


(How did I get here?)

We are smoke, living on your parents' property
It's a joke, so we don't take it seriously
Fight's not worth the drama
Sounds like something that you said
Only bad examples left
All the good ones dead

And to think I was having a mental breakdown
The same time you were painting your walls
Bound my love, born to obey
When I'm away, I think of kissing you every day

Sour but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in

(I don't know where I am)
I don't know where I am
(How did I get here?)
I probably look like a psycho
They're probably calling the cops on me right now
In a universe parallel

And you can tell I was having a nervous breakdown
The same time you were making that call
Bound my love, born to obey
When I'm away, I think of kissing you every day

Sour but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in

I gotta make a commitment
And it's stressing me out
One I'm gonna have to live with
'Til I'm under the ground
And I will save it for my deathbed
Like I'm reading a vow
Or a police report
Feels like a poem somehow

It's all the time I talk about vacation
Like it's all we got in common
Just let me take you on vacation
Just like I promised

I mean obviously I'm distant
I'm a thousand miles away
Obviously it's tense
There's nothing else to say
I am so loosely connected
In a couple different ways
And I might not act like it
But I think I love the taste

Louder but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in

I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in

It was hard to tell
What it meant and how it felt

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?