Tired of sleeping in
I’m told that sloth is a cardinal sin
Better get out of bed
And wake up to hell
So I can go back to hell when I’m dead
Do you feel sorry
Do I make you uncomfortable
I hope that you’re starting to feel
So much worse
Kind of sick to your stomach
While I paint you a picture
Of the bullet you shot through my head
I’m starting to feel it again
An ache in the back of my skull
Where I put my memories to bed
You should know that I don’t like this struggle
(That’s just what I’m used to)
I hate to say it
(But I know I have to)
I hate to say it
(But I know I have to)
Every time I try I still promise myself
I’ll never think about you ever again
So I want you to cry yourself to sleep every night you remember
How it hurts to break a heart that still loves you
Tired of sleeping in
I’m told that sloth is a cardinal sin
Better get out of bed
To keep living in hell
There’s a place for me there when I’m dead
With their blend of playfulness and graduate-level instrumentation, Dorcha deftly prove that improvisational zeal and conservatory-level precision aren't mutually exclusive. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 16, 2020
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