Eat Your Young

All Things End

THEATRE
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[Verse 1]
I rehearse a work of theatre for you
Come alive
I'll play dead tonight, i'll remember each line
Go again I won't mind
I would fake it every time

I could stop pretending, quit my dreaming
Turn on the lights
I'm holding onto every word I made up for you
I'm not flesh, i'm not blood
I am plastic, you are God

[Chorus]
I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved
Like right out of a movie
Where I sweep you up
I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved
Like right out of a movie
Where I am a star
Yes, i'll be the star

[Verse 2]
I'll put on a show and watch it with you
Touch my thigh
I could blush i'm so shy
Rest your head on side
We could stay in my mind
We could be what we like
[Chorus]
I wanna be loved I wanna be loved
Like right out of a movie
Where I sweep you up
I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved

[Outro]
Call me baby when you forget my name
I'm just glad that you came

Call me baby let me die on the stage
Let the orchestra play
Let the orchestra play

Theatre

Unreal Unearth

Anything But

Abstract (Psychopomp)

Who We Are

Little Chaos

No Need to Fight

Strange Trails

The Yawning Grave

written by s. holden jaffe & gabe goodman
produced by s. holden jaffe, gabe goodman & mike adubato
mixed by andy baldwin
mastered by john greenham


i do not want to fight this anymore
i just want to lay back and watch you pin me to the bed
i used to call you my best friend way back before you were my everything
now i’m sucking your neck

and you wrote my favorite song
now i’m fucked up and carrying on
i do not know the words to it yet, oh

and it hits me 
i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do 
like i do
like me
is it ok?
that i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do
like i do
like me

yeah

tell me that nobody else touches you like i do, like i do
oh tell me that nobody else touches you like me
tell me that nobody else touches you like i do, like i do
oh tell me that nobody else touches you like me

you’re pulling on my habit lines
the more i smoke the more i find
i can’t just fall asleep instead
and you’re not my protector i hope you know it wasn’t her
that kept me off your side of the bed, oh 

and it hits me 
i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do 
like i do
like me
is it ok?
that i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do
like i do
like me

you’re in his living room
and it may not mean much you
but your plates are in his sink
and your sweater’s on his bed
won’t you text me when you’re home
my baby, spare me all the rest

please just tell me that nobody else touches you like i do
oh tell me that nobody else touches you like me

and it hits me 
i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do 
like i do
like me
is it ok?
that i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do
like i do
like me

Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat

If You Leave

Youth

She's My Religion

Abstract (Psychopomp)

Hozier