Demons | Trouble Will Find Me
Can I stay here? I can sleep on the floor;
Paint the blood and hang the palms on the door.
Do not think I’m going places anymore.
Wanna see the sun come up above New York!Oh, every day, I start so great,
Then the sunlight dips.
The less I’ve learned, the more I see
The pythons and the limbs.
Do not know what’s wrong with me;
Sour’s in the cup.
When I walk into the room,
I do not light it up.
Fuck.
