its just a natural disaster that youve left behind!

That’s not what I meant to say at all 
I mean, I’m sick of meaning 
I just wanna hold you 

But that’s not what I wanted to say at all 
I mean, I’m sick of meaning 
I just wanna hold you 

(Is it the chorus yet? 
No. It’s just a building of the verse 
So when the chorus does come, it’ll be more rewarding.) 

I would speak to you in song 
But you can’t sing 
As far as I’m aware 
Though everyone can sing 
As you are well aware 
I keep so quiet 
It’s hard to tell I’m alive 

Everybody’s swinging their hips 
Everybody’s giving the waitress tips 
Everybody’s dancing all of the dances 
Everybody’s dancing every dance now 

Those are you got some nice shoulders 
I’d like to put my hands around them 
I’d like to put my hands around them 

I have enough trouble controlling my own limbs 
Stealing alcohol from our parents and grandparents 
There’s no devil on one shoulder and angel on the other 
They’re just two normal people 

These are the people that I get drunk with 
These are the people that I fell in love with 
These are the people that I get drunk with 
These are the people that I fell in love with 

But if you keep giving me your empty hands man I am tempted to say let’s piss up another rope boys this one has grown old and bitter 

Well, so what? So what? 
We’re young 
We’re thin (most of us) 
We’re alive (most of us) 

Don’t you realize our bodies could fall apart at any second? 
I am terrified your body could fall apart at any second 
Those are you got some nice shoulders 
I'd like to put my hands around them 
We can get real horny 
And keep messing around 
We can keep real quiet 
Won’t be making no sounds 
I’ll try my best 
not to touch your face 
Next time can we 
please meet at my place 

I know that I don’t talk a lot 
But I know that you don’t care a lot 
As long as we move our bodies around a lot 
We’ll forget that we forgot how to talk 
When we dance

Bodys

I should be glad to have you back 
But this time around, something’s turned to black 
Your pale body a projection screen 
I know every frame, so many times that I’ve seen - 

Will it be like before? 
Will it ever be the same? 
If we reuse the cels 
Would the color start to fade? 

It’s history that hasn’t happened yet 
Last time I cried, this time I sweat 
And doesn’t it seem an awful waste 
That all of our cells will get replaced? 

Will it be like before? 
Will it ever be the same? 
If we reuse the cels 
Would the color start to fade? 

Will it be like before? 
Will I lose you again? 
If we reuse ourselves 
Could there be any other end? 

If it’s just like before 
If I’m losing you again 
Still we reuse the cels

Natural Disasters

Enon

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