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letra de checker print stars - the optionist

she’s got rainbows in her hair that she was made to wear
checker print stars and broken hearts create the solar flare
she kept her heart inside her chest where it was meant to be
thought it’d be just as safe if she gave it to me

am i really what you need?
am i even what you want?
does my sonder dis-encourage
all the meanings of this song
cause i fail to see the reason
a meaningless dead child
i’d say i’d meet you there
but we both know i don’t dream
it’s a comfort just to know
that my heart can never break
show me what you got
yeah, lets see how much i can take
you can show me what i’m missing
it won’t make a difference
indecision in deciding my disinterest

i would die for a weekend with the devil in my cup
i got mary by my side, but she’s never good enough
i’m tired of feeling sick and i’m sick of f-cking up
but i would die for a weekend with the devil in my cup
i would die for a day where the help don’t flake
show me what your gonna make from the things i didn’t say
don’t get mad if i show you a mistake
cause it looks pretty good but it feels pretty fake

why every time do you gotta bring me down?
got my head up in the sky, but my heart is in the sound now
you said that would could hear my heart pound
but have you ever heard a heart drown?
stardew spellbound
what the f-cks the point now?
can’t even remember all the reasons that i moved out

let me be the first to say that i would never be the first to give up on you
or what you do- we’re best friends through and through
it’s like your halfway across the world and it’s plain to see
n-body gets me quite like the art i miss
i’m living in my mirage
smoking a blunt to the head
so i can see if time flies
i go to p-ss
but instead i look across the table
and your not there
all i want’s my best friend
but all i get’s an empty chair

i watch the sun go down in pastel shades of grey
this was my mistake

all of the stars – in all of your eyes
are burning out one at a time
so drizzle the sorrow on every tomorrow
why do i? why do i?

please don’t ask for forgiveness because i’ve got none to spare
and if you hope for redemption
i hope you know i don’t care

- the optionist

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