3am QVC Shopping Spree Hangover - The Lawrence Arms

Limp lines resign, limp lines resign

Limp lines resign themselves to margins

Like a drunken vampire, I miss the sun

I killed this summer, now it’s done

Let’s split and reconvene in a warmer space

I’m scratching my head, turning nights to days

Don’t talk to me about boredom

Don’t talk to me about pride

I sucked it all up, I swallowed it down

And it’s fine

Gangrene hangs on every word

Bullshit endings to stories unheard

It’s unheard of to me to not fathom doom

So what did you find in my emperor’s tomb?

Some notebooks, some t-shirts, some bad spelling errors

Strangled syntax, broken bottles, and chairs

This here is my legacy, I leave all of this to thee

This here is my legacy, I leave all of this to thee

Don’t talk to me about boredom

Don’t talk to me about pride

I sucked it all up, I swallowed it down

And it’s fine

Drink at the funeral, piss on the corpse

Yell at the sun until your voice is all hoarse

I’m gone, this is goodbye

I’m gone, this is goodbye

I’m gone, this is goodbye

Dead as a dream beneath the gray Chicago sky