E-Dubble - Night Table lyrics

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Feat. Cold War Kids

(Verse: E-Dubble)

Spill a lil' paint on the backdrop

Nowadays the words feel like chalk on the blacktop

Cause when it rains they gone it's invisible ink

No sharpie or indellible stink

Avoid the middleman by not using pens and paper

Verbal contracts only mask the fear and hatred

Operate the way that makes you feel the safest

Plagiarized status quo, you just cut and paste it

Uh I say fuck the wait list

If you don't want me now you must be fuckin' wasted

Success is a flavor I have not yet tasted

But its been a fuckin' ride and there is no debatin'

No sidelines for us, my lungs will bust

Before I put myself on the bench or pack it up

Pull yourself out of bed and try standing up

You got a lot of work to do I hope you packed a lunch

(Hook)

Still in bed even though its light

Cause I can't fight these dreams

I'm in some picture that don't look right

But its still nice to be seen

I pick my head off the pillow

I see my shoes on that floor

I can't find any good reason

But I'll still walk out that door

(Verse: E-Dubble)

Never been the type to deal in any absolutes

Shades of gray so subtle and they absent truth

Relatively we're irrelevant but ask they youth

And the cynacism's gone like poof vamose. Goodbye!

It seems so hard so why try

The bed's so easy when sleep's your high

The blinds collapse and then you close your eyes

And when your in your dream there's no thorn in your side

Fuck that bullshit bring the troops in

No propriety left quit salutin'

Grab the guns line em' up and start shootin'

And when the walls come down start lootin'

Break that

Glass till the windows smash, inhibitions pass

It's a metaphor don't be an ass

Top, top, top of the class

We don't do it for cash

Runnin' on e, but mashing the gas

Sixteen spitter no quitter not even

I will literally only stop if not breathing

Tryna wash your sins I'm a motherfuckin' heathen

I don't hate religion just what comes of extrem-ism

All of that bleedin' and I don't see the reason

Can't even tell which side is act-u-ally talkin' treason

Dreamin' of some day when we're even

You must be drunk off col- bear like your Stephen

Jesus, please pack up and start leavin'

I'm riding with my family I don't need no other demons

Seamless opposite of what my jeans is

I'm driving under influence but I'm not weaving

(Hook)

Still in bed even though its light

Cause I can't fight these dreams

I'm in some picture that don't look right

But its still nice to be seen

I pick my head off the pillow

I see my shoes on that floor

I can't find any good reason

But I'll still walk out that door<br />

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