Galleons - Playing With Fire Is Such A Cliché

Dreambound   / dreamboundmusic     / dreamboundmusic   http://vk.com/dreamboundmusic   / dream_bound   http://dreambound.storenvy.com ________________________________ Artist: Galleons Song: Playing With Fire Is Such A Cliché Album: 'Galleons' (Self-titled 2021) Hometown: Gold Coast, Australia / Moscow, Russia Facebook: https://bit.ly/galleonsfb Instagram: https://bit.ly/galleonsig Twitter: https://bit.ly/galleonstw Stream: https://sym.ffm.to/galleons Merch: http://bit.ly/galleonsmerch ________________________________ Label: Famined Records Website: http://www.faminedrecords.com Facebook:   / faminedrecords   ________________________________ Lyrics: Tearing my roots from the ground To replant them far away Somewhere they’ll never be found Tearing my roots from the ground To repair this broken home Full of empty rooms I roam Full of empty rooms and not much else We barely have our health, let alone any wealth You fight and yell while I take care of myself Sitting on my own like a doll on a shelf I know that when it’s done they’ll soon refuse to speak But I know that it’s a pattern that repeats You’ve got to run away and find your own feet Before you’re trapped with someone you don’t need We liked the weather better on the colder days Watching the rain outside as it washed away all the misery Aren’t you done wallowing in self pity Upturn the bed, forget what I said Just breathe in the smoke and let it fill your head The fire always burns the wick ‘till the end Tearing my roots from the ground To replant them far away Somewhere they’ll never be found Tearing my roots from the ground To repair this broken home Full of empty rooms I roam Full of empty rooms and not much else We barely have our healthy let alone any wealth You fight and yell while I take care of myself Sitting on my own like a doll on a shelf So back to the bottle he goes Like it’s the only friend he knows Back to the bottle he goes Drowning himself in his own ego Can’t hit rock bottom, no When it’s all he’s ever known I’ve noticed over the years, all your surmounting fears That living like this (like this) is killing you slow She says he’s like a machine with bent and rusted gears No heart inside (inside), just a yearning to feel whole Tearing my roots from the ground To replant them far away Somewhere they’ll never be found Tearing my roots from the ground Full of empty rooms and not much else We’re not broken, just born this way You fight and yell while I take care of myself We’re not broken, just born this way ________________________________ Credits: Tom Byrne, Sergey Rodionov, Garret Rapp - Vocals Evgeny Starshinov, Max Shepelev - Instrumental Roman Kharyukov, Whale Audio - Mixing, Engineering & Guitar Tracking Evgeny Novoseltsev - Additional Guitar Tracking Kris Crummett, Interlace Audio - Mastering Copyright 2021 © Galleons, Famined Records