《I’ll Make My Own Hours》歌词

[00:09:12] I'll Make My Own Hours - The Number Twelve Looks Like You

[00:09:12] Ten thousand times I could tell you over,

[00:09:12] How many times I would rip through walls and ticking a typing.

[00:09:12] I wrote a library of books in that back closet.

[00:09:12] Scraping at the walls, with my knees in a magazine.

[00:09:12] Roll her on out just to slide her back in.

[00:09:12] Unravelling rolls into their machinery and click away.

[00:09:12] This was where you could embrace misery.

[00:09:12] With enough energy you could talk yourself out of anything.

[00:09:12] A mind in flight, full of addiction; a circulating masterpiece

[00:09:12] This glorious night, as I trip the horizon turns vertical.

[00:09:12] I'd burn this place down if I had a match.

[00:09:12] My nicotine hands are shaking.

[00:09:12] A frantic voice is at the other side of the receiver.

[00:09:12] "Won't you even tell me a portion of the problem?"

[00:09:12] I grab a fist full of air and lunge at your face.