I feel my face is numb, You're on the other side But you text me that That you're feeling fine And I want December stuff Not to be gone again Things on the other side That's not the green I meant And I want a contrast life I can't make any sense You think you're glorified I think it's in your head You kept the faded shirt That I met you in (Chorus) So I lay Out in the parking lot While my headache tears me apart And I couldn't stay inside The air wouldn't help me so I'll just be here on my own I'll cater to the ones I love I'll be the sun I'll be a crucifix with excuses to be hung And I'll be the train wreck That you can talk about With your friends at work cause they wanna know why Your old friends drinking at a party at south by There's glass in my bed And I have to tell you I know that it was you And if I died it would haunt you You look a little sad You were never married to my dad (×2) (Chorus) So I lay Out in the parking lot While my headache tears me apart And I couldn't stay inside The air wouldn't help me so I'll just be here on my own Be here on my own Be here on my own
*your old friends drinking at a party at south by (SXSW) *theres glass in my bed and I have to tell you, I know that it was you and if I died I would haunt you
Yo Andrew, how about you start adding the lyrics on your bandcamp? :D Or do we have to wait until someone uploads "Camping" to YT, so someone can guess the lyrics in the comments again? haha Anyway, I didn't mean to sound so harsh, sweet work again. I love it :)
I heard your version before I searched the original. Yours is better. Your voice suits the song more, and I can hear more emotion in your voice than the original song. Don't stop singing. :) You are very talented.
@@posinginfilm I think the song is in the perspective of his dad and then back to his perspective. The woman is maybe his mom? who didnt marry him and left him and from the rest of the lyrics is a pos
