Testo Maps - The Front Bottoms
Testo della canzone Maps (The Front Bottoms), tratta dall'album The Front Bottoms
There is a map in my room, on the wall of my room
And I've got big, big plans
But I can see them slipping through, almost feel them slipping through
The palms of my sweaty hands
And I move slow
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable
You say, "I hate you," you mean it
And "I love you" sounds fake
It's taken me so long to figure that out
I used to love the taste, I would do anything for it
Now I would do anything to get the taste out of my mouth
And you're so confident
But I hear you crying in your sleeping bag
But you were broken bad yourself
And you were mad as hell, you felt
If you had done anything with anyone else
It would've worked out so well
But you are an artist
And your mind don't work the way you want it to
One day, you'll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom
And you'll be thinking
"How did I get here? Where the hell am I?"
If the roles were reversed, you could've seen me sneaking up
Sneaking up from behind
She sees these visions, she feels emotion
She says that I cannot go, she sees my plane in the ocean
"And what about your friends? Don't you love 'em enough to stay?"
And I say, "If I don't leave now, then I will never get away"
Let me be a blue raft on the blue sea, I'll blend right in
There is a map in my room, on the wall of my room
I've got big, big plans (there is a map in my room, on the wall of my room)
But I can see 'em falling through, almost feel them slipping through (and I've got big, big plans)
The palms of my sweaty hands (I can see them slipping through, almost feel them slipping through)
And I move slowly (the palms of my sweaty hands)
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable
But you were broken bad yourself
And you were mad as hell, you felt
If you had done anything with anyone else
It would've worked out so well
But you are an artist
And your mind don't work the way you want it to
One day, you'll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom
And you'll be saying
"How did I get here? Where the hell am I?"
If the roles were reversed, you could have seen me sneaking up
Sneaking up from behind
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Writer(s): Brian Sella, Matthew Uychich
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