That’s Your Lot (The Bedroom Tapes) Songtext
von Blaenavon

Elizabeth you said we′d walk amongst the dead
On Halloween
But my makeup's making no one scream
I′m stapled to the ground
You watch me squirming

I'm an empathetic earthworm

Isabella my child, your hips they make me wild
But I'm sure you′ll understand
That I′m part cloth and part man
This collar makes me choke
But I'd rather that than rope or a trust fund

I′m an empathetic eardrum

But it's so easy to be this
Sentimentally gifted
I feel guilt′s hard breath on my neck

But I can't throw away, throw away
The reminders of those brilliant days
And no kiss, no collapse
If you think that it holds you back


Pity me, I beg you please, I might not ask again next week
Pity me, I beg you please, I might not ask again next week

I′m an empathetic pipsqueak

But it's so easy to be this
Sentimentally gifted
I feel guilt's hard breath on my neck
It reeks of death

But I′m in love, I′m in love, I'm in love, I′m in luck
I'm in love, I′m in love, I'm in love, I′m in love
With the theory your father might be up above
As the lord

But I can't throw away, throw away
The reminders of those brilliant days
A stamp, a receipt
If it feels like it keeps you here


It's only been three years
It′s only been three years
It′s only been three years
It's only been three years
It′s only been three years
It's only been three years
It′s only been three years

And that's your lot