sewerperson - the treehouse (lyrics)

Listen to the Sad Mood Playlist on Spotify • https://lnkfi.re/moodsadplaylist Support sewerperson • https://open.spotify.com/artist/6bPjJ... •   / sewerperson   •   / sewerperson   Produced by splashgvng & 5head • splashgvng:   / splashgvng   • 5head:   / prod5head   Music Submissions • https://lnkfi.re/staticsubmissions Anime • Kara No Kyoukai Spotify Playlists • Sad Mood: https://lnkfi.re/moodsadplaylist • Uploads Playlist: https://lnkfi.re/staticuploads Static • Instagram: https://lnkfi.re/staticinstagram • Twitter: https://lnkfi.re/statictwitter • Soundcloud: https://lnkfi.re/staticsoundcloud • Steam: https://lnkfi.re/staticsteamgroup Lyrics these cold kawartha lakes can rip your soul apart a breach of contract in her heart of hearts may have pushed my head into the deepest part and this time, i don't think i get a breathing part now her crocodile tears soak in her guitar this mahogany is flooded past its salvage point carried back into her residence inside the trees how do i taste? i'll bet on it, it's like a bitter sweet something woke me last night and in its words taught me i just need myself to get by i don't wanna pretend it didn’t hurt but in her words, the sting should fade in due time brush your eyes you could see it right i see fallen angels in this bleeding sky at our time to go, i don't wanna die but i don't decide damn, i hate goodbyes oh, these cold kawartha lakes can rip your soul apart i think a breach of contract in her heart of hearts may have pushed my head into the deepest part and this time, i don't think i get a breathing part cracks in my armor invite in her poisons it was never 50/50, i was just appointed i'm sorry i can't do it all, i bet you're disappointed but baby, what’s the point in love if you cannot enjoy it? now her crocodile tears soak in her guitar this mahogany is flooded past its salvage point carried back into her residence inside the trees how do i taste? i'll bet on it, it's like a bitter sweet isn't it funny how you ain't gon' message unless i am messaging first, okay she try to burn me a hole in my pocket but somehow i still kept 'em heavy weight, okay she pull up on me at night time, then pull away like it's rip tide she told me she can't stay the whole night but somethin' about it doesn’t sit right with me and honestly, i know you know that it wouldn’t be the first lie you told she said "i'm sorry i hope you can trust me." and i said "damn i don't know. oh could you ask me again in the morning?" 'cause tonight is way too cold, oh and you just turned it colder. now her crocodile tears soak in her guitar this mahogany is flooded past its salvage point carried back into her residence inside the trees how do i taste? i'll bet on it, it's like a bitter sweet something woke me last night and in its words taught me i just need myself to get by i don't wanna pretend it didn’t hurt but in her words, the sting should fade in due time