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Days N' Daze

Little Blue Pills Pt.3

 

Little Blue Pills Pt.3

(album: Days N' Daze & Rail Yard Ghosts - 2014)


It's time to lay your head my dear
It's time to go to sleep
Your minds been racing round these problems
That are now dried concrete
I'll put your favorite record on
I'll put it on repeat
You'll dream of translucent worries
And know everything will be okay

Think back, thinnk back to the days
We were so young, so warm, so safe
Swaddled up in some dirty blanket
Bleeding on the beach
Now the blood stains
Are all that remain to remind us
There once was a force that did bind us
And if it wasn't for the lingering odor
Of the corpse we'd drift apart

So set it all to flame
And let the ashes burn
Beneath my calloused feet
This flesh and bone
Have become my only company
A constant hold on the trigger
To sustain some sanity

Run run run run faster baby
Faster now be sure to leave me
Waging battles in my head
Of demons, misery, regret
Herded by a broken compass
Stumbling round with selfish purpose
This love affair with grim
Has only lead me further from death

I fucking hate those days
When I can feel so clearly
That the tethers fraying
And my only comfort is threatening
To tear me limb from limb
But when the cackle of regret so shrill
Keeps growing louder still
I'm trading in the little blue pills
For a needle and an empty bed

So set it all to flame
And let the ashes burn
Beneath my calloused feet
This flesh and bone
Have become my only company
A constant hold on the trigger
To sustain some sanity

I've been cut and strung like a puppet
Tell me was it all worth it
When you cease to question your captor
Stockholm has stolen your sanity
Can't say goodbye

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