Souvenir Songtext
von The Flatliners

Caught thinking of the right thing to do (in and out, oh, oh)
Of consciousness and boiling over you (just the thought, oh)
Of falling on the face of moving forward
Brings the breeze I needed to a halt
Stuck suffocating, thinking it all through
Spiral out in solitude

How was I to know?

I could be your seasonal depression
Your personal question
The souvenir stuffed deep in your drawer
All your consequences
Addled, apprehensive
I am the evil scratching at your door


Busy fabricating my fortitude (the rabbit hole, oh)
Going deeper down than I thought it could (struggle to slow)
Down my brain from catching fire in all directions
Thanks for asking but my skin just needs to soak
In the shadows, under shelter, far from truth
On the wrong side of resolute

Crashing through your door

I could be your seasonal depression
Your personal question
The souvenir stuffed deep in your drawer
All your consequences
Addled, apprehensive
I am the evil scratching at your door

Every good intention
Scrutinized and spread thin
The souvenir stuffed deep in your drawer
All the hesitation
Your anchor in the ocean
The honorable mention at your door

I′m still the evil scratching at your door
Coming home to find you on the floor