Tannerisms Lyrics

I am sick of noise, I am sick of toys, I want more. Just

like "I want the moon" there's got to be more than just

comfort. Feels like we're knocking on all the wrong

doors. Give me the gold. I am selling this city that once

sold me hope and burning the cash, cuz I've got no room

for failure, and rainy days are found in the back of my

throat. I am losing again and nothing has ever felt

better, give up the chance and call us the poorman's

sunsetters [upsetters] but something or someone must be

keeping me breathing. This time I am gonna stay in bed

with all my mistakes and start to turn off my books and

turn on my chest. I'll conquer this world with just my

hands full of sheets and these eyes thick with sleep. So

please please please please please let me kill what I

got.