Blondshell - Fur Elise

Enough, I've been rushing when I talk to you You can see all the sweat You can see me try to get through the hour I want the option to cry unscathed I want the option to choose when to and not to asphyxiate

I wanna think 'bout a wedding when I go to sleep Walk down the aisle to a string quartet playing Für Elise And Sunday morning is like heaven with minor swells Through the lens of conservative lilac smells

Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out loud And you get the choice to forget And you render art And the truth of it as separate

Hands are fireproof, wooden table Literary heroine breaking through a stable You don't know what I know, back to the tree But I see the same in you through the teeth

Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out loud And you get the choice to forget And you render art And the truth of it as separate

Tell me all the sights you'd like to see Hide some of my clothes and still be me Screaming at a tree Not okay taking the weight of someone else's past Look over my shoulder

Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out loud And you get the choice to forget And you render art And the truth of it as separate