โหลดเพลง mp3 If You Talk To Symbol/Hostility Voyeur - Of Montreal

If You Talk To Symbol/Hostility Voyeur - Of Montreal
If you talk to Symbol tell her I've moved on

I'm ghosting her 'cause I want it to be over

We had our laugh we had our smile

I guess I know that I'm wrong

If she asks tell her I'm back at home
Mostly alone in disruptive thinking

Erasing plans erasing us

I guess I know that I'm wrong

When things are too nice for too long

I lose myself I lose my what's good

Want to lash out want to blow things up again

I want to blow them up now
I want to blow them up again

When we made love I gave you a pet name

That didn't mean I wanted you to be my dog

Needing someone is such a weakness

I guess I know that I'm wrong

When things are too nice for too long
I lose myself I lose what's good

Want to lash out want to blow things up again

I want to blow them up now
I want to blow them up again

If you talk to Symbol tell her I've moved on

I'm ghosting her 'cause I want it to be over

Needing someone is such a weakness
I guess I know that I'm wrong

I guess I know that I'm wrong

Thinking of you in the anarchist zone
Shooting rockets at a drone
Trigger bombs with your flip phone
Kissing girls of broken glass
Washing off the sarin gas
Kill the rats close the gates
Erase the United States

From your head

From your head your head

Alone again with the letter never sent
And me like a swan with a broken neck who keeps singing

Even though anyone would hate to hear its song

I read the letter aloud and then burn it
Guess I know way too much now to unlearn it
Teach yourself how to make love and then earn it
Teach yourself how to make love and then earn it
See me spark a personality flair
Breeding a style nobody would wear
I'm such a mongrel I don't really care
I'm such a mongrel I don't really care
Thine eyes say God I'm not into this yet
Thine eyes say kitty fly into my net
It's all being recorded how could we forget
It's all being recorded how could we forget
I've been in the cache where your memories are stored
It's shocking how little in life we're adored
If we weren't filming ourselves we'd get bored
If we weren't filming ourselves we'd get bored
There is no anger no I'm not as fragile as before

I've decided not to be a voyeur of this war

Alone again with the letter never sent
And me like a swan with a broken neck who keeps singing

Even though anyone would hate to hear its song
And me like a swan with a broken neck who keeps singing

Even though anyone would hate to hear its song