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Ultrasound
by DavidCrypt
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Words seeped into my skull
For forty weeks, and then it's gone
Until I'm reminded, remember what I did
It's forty weeks more, for me to know
I live in creation, but feel so far
When I die, cut my skin into little stars
And scatter em round and put them in a locket
I can travel the world inside your pocket
Forever
Quiet desperation, let me choose
Too afraid of loving someone that I might lose
Quiet desperation let me choose
Too afraid of loving someone that I might lose
This weather feels like home
But I'm hesitant to even leave my own
Cause it's warm in bed, but I should instead
Be out doing things before I can't and won't
I will always miss hanging out at Marks,
I tripped on my bed frame in the dark
Oh, in the dark
If it's not too late, I might just stay
And sit around for an hour or two
Take in the vague, unclear and hazy,
Murky, smell of morning dew
If it's not foggy, we can drive around
Until the morning, like after 2:00
And act real stupid, we'll make some music
Until I turn my back to you
Is it too late?
(Is it okay?)
Not feeling great? I understand
Head on not straight?
(Well either way)
You know i'll wait until you can
If its too loud, but quiet for me, I'll still turn the volume down
Do you feel the same, empty feeling in you?
like a dead baby ultrasound
Nah that's fucked up
My bad
Quiet desperation, let me choose (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Too afraid of loving someone that I might lose (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
If it's not too late, I might just stay
And sit around for an hour or two (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Take in the vague, unclear and hazy,
Murky, smell of morning dew (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
If it's not foggy, we can drive around
Until the morning, like after 2:00 (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
And act real stupid, we'll make some music
Until I turn my back to you (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Is it too late?
(Is it okay?)
Not feeling great? I understand (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Head on not straight?
(Well either way)
You know I'll wait until you can (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
If its too loud, but quiet for me, I'll still turn the volume down (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Do you feel the same, empty feeling in you? like a dead baby ultrasound (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Words seeped into my skull
For forty weeks, and then it's gone
Until I'm reminded, remember what I did
It's forty weeks more, for me to know
I live in creation, but feel so far
When I die, cut my skin into little stars
And scatter em round and put them in a locket
I can travel the world inside your pocket
Forever
Quiet desperation, let me choose
Too afraid of loving someone that I might lose
Quiet desperation let me choose
Too afraid of loving someone that I might lose
This weather feels like home
But I'm hesitant to even leave my own
Cause it's warm in bed, but I should instead
Be out doing things before I can't and won't
I will always miss hanging out at Marks,
I tripped on my bed frame in the dark
Oh, in the dark
If it's not too late, I might just stay
And sit around for an hour or two
Take in the vague, unclear and hazy,
Murky, smell of morning dew
If it's not foggy, we can drive around
Until the morning, like after 2:00
And act real stupid, we'll make some music
Until I turn my back to you
Is it too late?
(Is it okay?)
Not feeling great? I understand
Head on not straight?
(Well either way)
You know i'll wait until you can
If its too loud, but quiet for me, I'll still turn the volume down
Do you feel the same, empty feeling in you?
like a dead baby ultrasound
Nah that's fucked up
My bad
Quiet desperation, let me choose (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Too afraid of loving someone that I might lose (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
If it's not too late, I might just stay
And sit around for an hour or two (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Take in the vague, unclear and hazy,
Murky, smell of morning dew (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
If it's not foggy, we can drive around
Until the morning, like after 2:00 (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
And act real stupid, we'll make some music
Until I turn my back to you (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Is it too late?
(Is it okay?)
Not feeling great? I understand (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Head on not straight?
(Well either way)
You know I'll wait until you can (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
If its too loud, but quiet for me, I'll still turn the volume down (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
Do you feel the same, empty feeling in you? like a dead baby ultrasound (U-L-T-R-A-S-O-U-N-D)
