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letra de twenty-six - happy hour

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it’s been such a long time
since i’ve let you see me cry

how do you do it? is it fluid?
do i lack fluid, cause when the storm comes i feel dry

(sick sick sick, thinking of this this this, something within in in, need to put out out out)

i want to douse

the fire

can’t open myself up to you
what the h-ll am i supposed to do
when it hurts
to speak in tongues
and reconcile what’s due

i don’t think that you get it
i think i need a medic
i think i need a medic!

26 years and now i realize, that i’ve been stuck inside of this disguise, 26 years and now i realize, and now i realize

it’s been such a long time
since i’ve said that i was fine
i guess it’s progress
what you call it
i’m just stalling
cause the truth is that i’m

sick
a sin is hiding deep within the trenches
you think
you’ve reached me at my conversation benches

oh but alas i’m
not over the last time
kiss me now
cause it might be the last time

still i

can’t open myself up to you
what the h-ll am i supposed to do
when it hurts
to speak in tongues
and reconcile what’s due

i don’t think you get it
i think i need a medic
i think i need a medic!

and by the time
i’ve drawn the lines
it’ll be too late
cause my disguise
has been prescribed
i’ll self medicate
and spiral down
so by the end, i’ll crack the code
deep in the crowd
but by the end i still feel cold

ribs like a cage full of fire
sulfur and ashes, a liar
thinking about all the things you could do to me, paranoid you would conspire

but she’s so pristine
a chapel i could call sistine
lay me down in st. peter
and wash my body clean

i just wanna say, you’re someone that i like yea someone that i like yea someone that i like yea

spread these ashes out, suffocate the fire

can’t open myself up to you
what the h-ll am i supposed to do
when it hurts
to speak in tongues
and reconcile what’s due

i don’t think you get it
i think i need a medic
i think i need a medic!

never gonna open up and let you see inside
no!
let it, let it, let it, let it bleed
never gonna open up i’m rotting from inside
so help me god
i’ll hold it in until i die

- happy hour

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