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letra de card game - lucy camp

[luzid: verse 1]
vicious repet-tive thoughts and love is like a journey
suspicious i kid you not, it lifts me on the gurney
delicious every shot, and my stomach is turning
wishes may play it easy but i feel i’m not worthy
-the wrath in me is vanishing
one glimpse of it’s immovable
i have to see the bad in things, even if they’re beautiful
gradually come back to me, inflict all of your usuals
reality’s a tragedy, but d-mn it’s so crucial too
-d-mn it’s so crucial too, the two of us are two in two
the sponges are congruent, we suck love up while it’s pure as new
used to do the inhale till be figured we were bullet proof
that’s not what true loves do
but true love took its spike at you
nights of you, you’re bigger than i want you to be
temptation’s thicker than i thought it would seem
and liquor only makes it a mom to the sheep
i want you to sleep
but i got somethin-i want you to stop when you speak

[hook]
so this is where you end and you never get to start
let’s play a little game in which the prize will be our hearts
you pulled the ace of spades on a love to tear apart
on a touch of a death card
wanna budge and bend its art
are, you willing
to sacrifice heartache
for a night of silence, partake
in a time of guidance, starting
do you know what kind of a hard play hard work oughtta get that hard pay?
take a moment to -ssess your deck, this is more than just a card game
so this is where you end and you never get to start
let’s play a little game in which the prize will be our hearts
you pulled the ace of spades on a love to tear apart
on a touch of a death card
wanna budge and bend its art

[verse 2:]
and i can’t help but resurrect the death inside of me
i think i need to take a bit more of my vitamins
we can travel through my thoughts
we can take a time machine
to the times where i would bleed
my, physical life routines
subliminal cries from me
i saved the tears in a bottle
umbilical cord to string and seal all of the awful
a typical song to sing, i read it straight from the gospel
a little bit off sync, i wasn’t meant to be a model
our shadows are locking hands and dancing around
we’re shallow and acting like standing will make it up now
what’s actual, laughing or constantly p-ssing it out?
your sick smiles have me full of all sorts of doubts
my frigid fingers and frail figure
give me a pale shimmer
you accept that i make your nails bigger
we prevail sinners, though every detail’s bitter
we impale shivers of love
deranged female hitter

[hook]

- lucy camp

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