Song parody of
An Uncomfortable Month [Live]
by Art School Girlfriend
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She's got me thinking like
Something I am not
A puppeteer and I, yeah
I come up too soft
You drift
Out so
Far I
Let go
She pulls
My hands
From you
Pull the covers back
Our weather's cool
Surrounded by
I'm surrounded by
The pulling eyes
Of another you
A light that I
Am covered by
The smoker stacks
She leans to
Are full of my
Unconscious ties
That bring me back
That lead me to
A past that
I am coloured by
You're so shy
I could kill you out of love
She's so high
That you know I never could
Do I lie?
Do you think I have enough?
You hold me still
And all I do is run
Pull the covers back
Our weather's cool
Surrounded by
I'm surrounded by
The pulling eyes
Of another you
A light that I
Am covered by
The smoker stacks
She leans to
Are full of my
Unconscious ties
That bring me back
That lead me to
Past that I
Am coloured by
You drift
Out so
Far I
Let go
She pulls
My hands
From you
She's got me thinking like
Something I am not
A puppeteer and I, yeah
I come up too soft
You drift
Out so
Far I
Let go
She pulls
My hands
From you
Pull the covers back
Our weather's cool
Surrounded by
I'm surrounded by
The pulling eyes
Of another you
A light that I
Am covered by
The smoker stacks
She leans to
Are full of my
Unconscious ties
That bring me back
That lead me to
A past that
I am coloured by
You're so shy
I could kill you out of love
She's so high
That you know I never could
Do I lie?
Do you think I have enough?
You hold me still
And all I do is run
Pull the covers back
Our weather's cool
Surrounded by
I'm surrounded by
The pulling eyes
Of another you
A light that I
Am covered by
The smoker stacks
She leans to
Are full of my
Unconscious ties
That bring me back
That lead me to
Past that I
Am coloured by
You drift
Out so
Far I
Let go
She pulls
My hands
From you
