Some of My Best Friends are Windows Songtext
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Some of My Best Friends are Windows Songtext
I got the eye on the prize, it says 9, 99
I am searching for cash in my pockets
But i′m running out of time
I am late for the deadline
I'll be late for dying
I′ll be late to my own funeral
I'll get a medal for trying
I got a weapon! I got a tool and it's a weapon!
I got a weapon,
I got the keys to my house and my heart between my knuckles
Learned this from a book when i was twelve
It said, "it′s gonna be ugly out there girl, be prepared."
In the harbor they are hanging up dead fish by the gills
You put the heater in the hallway to chase out the chills
Winters by the mountains won′t work without vitamin pills
Only winters by the seaside will
I am one sixteenth siren on my father's side
Still it′s all my fault when ships collide
But i upload my mellow melancholia straight into the raincloud
And let it rain down
And all my sisters have been called liars
And all my sisters have been called hysterical
And all my sisters are too angry, they say
That's right, they′re furious and they're coming your way.
Turns out the scars on their arms make them look striped like tigers
They show their teeth to the world like world class fighters
Some of my best friends are windows
They open up and i see right through them
And i climb through their frames
And fall three stories to the pavement
Some of my enemies are steel doors
They open up and i see right through them
And i walk out on the fire escape and run
Because i′m always behind on payments
To a hollow body with a fresh haircut
And a closet full of clean suits
Made of teflon and lube
You aced the psychopath test, congratulations!
We've been defining success in a peculiar fashion.
And all my sisters have been called liars
And all my sisters have been called hysterical
And all my sisters are way too angry, they say
That's right, they′re furious and they′re coming your way.
And maybe we can't zip it
But we can zip ourselves up up up up up.
I am searching for cash in my pockets
But i′m running out of time
I am late for the deadline
I'll be late for dying
I′ll be late to my own funeral
I'll get a medal for trying
I got a weapon! I got a tool and it's a weapon!
I got a weapon,
I got the keys to my house and my heart between my knuckles
Learned this from a book when i was twelve
It said, "it′s gonna be ugly out there girl, be prepared."
In the harbor they are hanging up dead fish by the gills
You put the heater in the hallway to chase out the chills
Winters by the mountains won′t work without vitamin pills
Only winters by the seaside will
I am one sixteenth siren on my father's side
Still it′s all my fault when ships collide
But i upload my mellow melancholia straight into the raincloud
And let it rain down
And all my sisters have been called liars
And all my sisters have been called hysterical
And all my sisters are too angry, they say
That's right, they′re furious and they're coming your way.
Turns out the scars on their arms make them look striped like tigers
They show their teeth to the world like world class fighters
Some of my best friends are windows
They open up and i see right through them
And i climb through their frames
And fall three stories to the pavement
Some of my enemies are steel doors
They open up and i see right through them
And i walk out on the fire escape and run
Because i′m always behind on payments
To a hollow body with a fresh haircut
And a closet full of clean suits
Made of teflon and lube
You aced the psychopath test, congratulations!
We've been defining success in a peculiar fashion.
And all my sisters have been called liars
And all my sisters have been called hysterical
And all my sisters are way too angry, they say
That's right, they′re furious and they′re coming your way.
And maybe we can't zip it
But we can zip ourselves up up up up up.
Writer(s): Anna Kohlweis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com