Name: vanity box (sometimes life just shapes like a knife) by Primitive Painter
Duration: 4 min 4 s
Description: Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Chamber Pop, Baroque Pop, Indie, Alternative


Original track : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-k2_Liofy8&ab_channel=LolaYoungVEVO

Lyrics :
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice about
How you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not askin' for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my arse off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two
But, hey, you can't even talk
You smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out gettin' stoned at four o'clock?
And then you come home to me
And don't say hello, 'cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh-ooh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

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Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Chamber Pop, Baroque Pop, Indie, Alternative

vanity box (sometimes life just shapes like a knife)

Cold breath
Thin walls
Still death
No doors

Glass eyes
Steel frame
Soft cries
No name

Dim light
No key
No flight
No plea
A room
No floors
No truth
No doors

Grey skin
Faint sound
Shut in
Spellbound

Lost place
Time stalls
Pale face
Night calls

Don’t speak
Don’t stay
No week
No day
A room
No floors
No breath
No doors

A Room Without Doors

Beauty is Empty

Headless Horseman

NOTHING TO COME BACK TO

Let him shine
Let him be the one
You are the divine
You are my love

He needs the power
He needs the strength
To rise above
To see the day

Connect the line
Connect the line

The day he will shine
The day he will climb
The day he finds
Is the day that his mind

Will believe in himself
Will believe in his dreams
Will believe in his truth
Will believe in you and me

Connect the line
Connect the line

Connect the blood
Connect the line
Fill the love
Above divine

Give him strength
Give him love
Show his strength
Rise above

Connect the line
Connect the line
Connect the line

Connect the line

Connect the blood
Connect the line
Fill the love
Above divine

Give him strength
Give him love
Show his strength
Rise above

Connect the line
Connect the line

Connect the line

Connect the Line

There is no if nor how, there is only now

vanity box (sometimes life just shapes like a knife)

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