letra de the cardigan song - tired violence
[intro]
i fell asleep in the car again
had a dream of the smell of smoke on your cardigan
[verse 1]
i spent the last of the cash that i had
on these bad habits i inherited
got the chills just as i struck a match
and placed the flame upon my cigarette
[pre-chorus]
each breath is one step closer
some day it’ll all be over
accept that there’s no closure
[chorus]
i fell asleep in the car again
had a dream of the smell of smoke on your cardigan
its been 15 years since i felt anything
except the fear that i could never see your face again
[verse 2]
just so i’ll never forget
i’ll burn these holes in my chest
recite my list of regrets in the rearview
and now sometimes when i drive
always just closing my eyes
another futile attempt to be near you
[pre-chorus]
each stretch is one step closer
[chorus]
i fell asleep in the car again
had a dream of the smell of smoke on your cardigan
its been 15 years since i felt anything
except the fear that i could never see your face again
[bridge]
yet still i can’t blame jesus
cause i know what i’d do
having to face the crisis
of taking the wheel or you
yeah i’d be selfish too (i’d be selfish too)
[chorus]
i fell asleep in the car again (just so i’ll never forget)
had a dream of the smell of smoke on your cardigan (i’ll burn these holes in my chest)
its been 15 years since i felt anything
except the fear that i could never see your face again
[outro]
yet still i can’t blame jesus
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