Living Hell Songtext
von Seahaven

Limbs are hitting every corner in my brain
Left no room here for nothing
With a pose like that, one would think you′d tire
Tally it up from when it all fell down
Hell of a pill to try and swallow
With a count like that, heaven knows I'm tired

Fell behind chasing a feeling- All
All this time I spend on you, on you

You move subliminal
Slip my mind, I really wish you would
Little poisoned fruit with irrefutable charm

You′re so cyclical
You're like a déjà vu, revolving in reverse
A little infinite loop with that habitual charm


Fell behind chasing a feelin'- All
All this time I spend on you
All on you
All on you

And how does it feel?
To have something real
To lose something real

Pour me out and sweep me under the rug
I live under your thumb
I live up on a shelf
Feels like a living hell

Pour me out and sweep me under the rug (Sweep me under)
I live under your thumb (I am the creak in the quiet)
I live up on a shelf (The one you thought you′d forgotten)
Feels like a living hell

All this time wasted on you