Stitch, sew, cut, pull Stitch, sew, cut, and pull Stitch, sew, cut, pull Stitch, sew, cut, and pull Stitch, sew, cut, pull Stitch, sew, cut, and pull Stitch, sew, I tried Stitch, sew, you're alive Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh 80 degrees, hemmed by reveries Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold Off-grain fabric tells a different tale Tailored frequencies need to be repaired 7 a.m. is when the station plays its sounds Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place Scissors separate the yellow from the white Good morning, small-town listeners Thimbles coat my fingers Fed dogs are jamming up The thread comes in tangles I see such pretty things FM comes in different colors, I believe In the sewing machine, I've lost myself Memories inside my heart are there to grieve Color-coded by the love he gave to me Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board Losing bobbins under tables, is it so? Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn Buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots Hand-sew everything with kind intention Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes My heart cries out to you in desperation 7 a.m. is when the station plays its sounds Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place Unmistakably, he'll return alive His colors ought to show again Black and white, and black and white And black and white, and black and white No blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in Black and white, and black and white And black and white, and black and white No blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in Black and white, and black and white And black and white, and black and white No blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in Black and white, and black and white And black and white, and black and white No blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in Black and white, and black and white And black and white, and black and white No blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in Black and white, and black and white And black and white, and black and white No blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in Black and white, and black and white And black and white, and black and white No blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in Black and white, and black and white And black and white, and black and white No blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in FM comes in different colors, I believe In the sewing machine, I've lost myself Memories inside my heart are there to grieve Color-coded by the love he gave to me Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board Losing bobbins under tables, is it so? Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn
This version of shama slowed is oddly comforting. Sad but also comforting. I dont think i could express how much this sound has an importance to me. But if you do ever see this than thank you. Have been listening to this for 3 years and I still love it to this day.
Yk, i think the only reason deku didn't kill himself is because everyone would think it's bakugo's fault and that would ruin Bakugo's chances of becoming a hero.
Lyrics<3 I got no time I got no time to live I got no time to live And I can't say goodbye And I'm regretting having memories Of my friends who they used to be Beside me before they left me to die And I know this is I know this is the truth 'Cause I've been staring at my death so many times These scary monsters roaming in the halls I wish I could just block the doors And stay in bed until the clock will chime So my flashlight's on, and stay up 'til dawn I got this headache and my life's on the line I felt like I won, but I wasn't done The nightmare repeats itself every time Got to keep my calm, and carry on Stay awake until the sun will shine But I'm not so strong, and they're not gone They're still out there to take what's left of mine I have this urge I have this urge to kill I have this urge to kill and show that I'm alive I'm getting sick from these apologies From people with priorities That their life matters so much more than mine But I'm stuttering I'm stuttering again No one will listen and no one will understand Because I'm crying as much as I speak 'Cause no one likes me when I shriek Want to go back to when it all began So my flashlight's on, and stay up 'til dawn I got this headache and my life's on the line I felt like I won, but I wasn't done The nightmare repeats itself every time Got to keep my calm, and carry on Stay awake until the sun will shine But I'm not so strong, and they're not gone They're still out there to take what's left of mine I got no time I got no time to live I got no time to live and I can’t say goodbye no time I got no time to live I got no time to live and I can’t say goodbye I got no time I got no time I got no time Five nights at Freddy’s Is this where you wanna be?
