Dempsey Bolton - Slipping
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It's the colour of the ceiling
Every time I wake your face is all I see for a minute
It's the carbon that I'm breathing
Every gasp of air I take just loosens my knees do you get it
I know it's strange you got me
Killing my killing my killing my killing my killing myself over things I can't control
Everybody's down for my groove
All of them are buying but you
Well it's never enough
You just keep slipping through my fingers and
Feels like someone dropped the floor out
Migrate all the masses down to cushion my fall
But it stretches twenty miles down
All the good intentions won't protect me at all when
I'm going insane you got me
Killing my killing my killing my killing my killing myself over things I can't control
Everyone is down for my groove
All of them are buying but you
Well it's never enough
You just keep slipping through my fingers and
I don't see nothing left to cling to
Every time I wake your face is all I see for a minute
It's the carbon that I'm breathing
Every gasp of air I take just loosens my knees do you get it
I know it's strange you got me
Killing my killing my killing my killing my killing myself over things I can't control
Everybody's down for my groove
All of them are buying but you
Well it's never enough
You just keep slipping through my fingers and
Feels like someone dropped the floor out
Migrate all the masses down to cushion my fall
But it stretches twenty miles down
All the good intentions won't protect me at all when
I'm going insane you got me
Killing my killing my killing my killing my killing myself over things I can't control
Everyone is down for my groove
All of them are buying but you
Well it's never enough
You just keep slipping through my fingers and
I don't see nothing left to cling to
