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teeth - the hobby lyrics

[verse 1]
we’re in your car, but i don’t know where i am
cause even when i close my eyes, i’m still in the backseat, watching, while you’re sitting next to him

the crystals of the skyline permeate the sea of clouds
where you’ll find the king of emptiness is breathing through his mouth
before climbing through the opening he left inside your heart
and built a cheap, plastic exterior that was made to fit the part

[chorus]
don’t miss an opportunity to fill up the trophy case
cause last year i would look at you with such beauty and grace
now if home is where the heart is, and you’re growing up too fast
don’t forget about the friendships that weren’t present in the past
and if heaven is what you’re searching for, then you have to remember where
you locked up all the memories of last week’s nightmare and
burn it all away
burn it all away
cause you shouldn’t feel the whispers of the promises of flames

[verse 2]
we’re in the bas-m-nt going over pictures of you
it’s been weeks since you’ve shown your face, since you went out to the midwest and lost yourself in the warmest ice-blue

in the cracks along the bone structure sits the will to be alive
but still i question what you mean when you say, “his hand fits perfectly in mine”
the storm is rolling in and this is coming to an end
and now you’re looking through red gl-sses knowing something will begin

[bridge]
i walked through all the chasms in the rooms of the house
when i came across the drawings of the empty man you were talking about
the ice is thawing over, and he’s setting up the game
that you never have to lose at if you never choose to play
but the bees are buzzing inside your ribs at a matching frequency
to the flies inside his mouth and the promises in his t–th
that he’s grinding down to powder, and he’s mixing you in underneath

[end]
if heaven is what you’re searching for, then i wish you’d remember where
you locked up all the memories of last week’s nightmare and
burn it all away
until your stomach rots with propane
but the ringing in my ears won’t stop the spreading of the flames

- the hobby lyrics

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