Way Up

Song Length 3:20 Genre Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Rock - Psychedelic
Tempo Medium Fast (131 - 150) Lead Vocal Female Vocal
Era 2000 and later

Lyrics

Sunlight hits me, take a drag

And kiss this Monday on the lips

Spend it in a plastic bag

Ah, after all I earned my tips

A party with my memories

I'll host it like a Scottish queen

Snorting possibilities

Just a short ends to mean


I'll hide from you and hope you die

My handkerchief is fucking dry

Kept safe for when I depart

For losing me will break my heart

When you show what will you find?

Laughter at your very sight

Of all the fears that ail my mind

I think I fear your love tonight

Cuz your love is harder than knuckles


You won't reach me

I am way up


So you're a temp and I'm a fling

This will be our seventh fall

An accident like everything

Everything that I recall

And recollection flees from me

I think I was how I will be

Lost in sighs of after all

I have no cash to feed my doll

Or is it an actual living baby?


I just hope you're in time for dinner

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