Dirty Duds Lyrics – Vanillaroma

Dirty Duds Lyrics by Vanillaroma

I’m biting carrots
And my fingers hold
The keys to the vault
I found a therapist

He laughed and told me
“It’s all your fault”
The good samaritan
I pay him just to stare at a clock

And tell me to stop
And reinforce my arrogance
Been getting very very very very good
At doing nothing

On the weekends
I can pretend
I am all that I need
Still, I can barely hold my head up

I just play them like a doorknob
I know I don’t trust my own thoughts
I know they don’t trust me
Now I miss you more than ever

But maybe I’m just misremembering
You used to think it’d last forever
I used to say “I’m fine” while quietly dying
Won’t fall again

I know the tricks
I pulled myself
Off the crucifix
It’s just as well

If you won’t do with it
I’m still in love
It don’t make no sense to me
I thought I

I thought I was
Your dream boy
Your dream boy
I thought I

I thought I was
Your dream boy
Your dream boy
I thought I

I thought I was
Your dream boy
Your dream boy
I thought I

I thought I was
Your dream boy
Your dream boy
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Vanillaroma Lyrics – Dirty Duds

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Dirty Duds