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Please Don't Video (MV)




Performed By: Shotgun Funeral
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Collin Moore, Belle Treece, Sydney Sargis




Shotgun Funeral - Please Don't Lyrics




Please don't
Give me snow and tell me it's glitter
I've sacrificed being alone
But at least I'll have somewhere to stay through the winter

Asking my smoke in the sink
Gotten everything you want with a wink
We are not the same
You had a decade of myspace

You're so half-baked and empty at the touch
I don't know how I can feel you this much
I wouldn't blame you if ya bought a pack
Twenty straight sticks, replace the spine I lack
I'm pulling my teeth out the medicine cabinet
Your whiskey calls for any day to be the Sabbath
Well you miss your family and I need calamity
And you haven't shown me one shred of humanity

I hope you get to the place where the AC is cold
Like the air in a doorway you know
In from the heater of a childhood day
Sweaty wife-beater, cold that nothing could break

You're so half-baked and empty at the touch
I don't know how I can feel you this much
I wouldn't blame you if ya bought a pack
Twenty straight sticks, replace the spine I lack
I'm pulling my teeth out the medicine cabinet
Your whiskey calls for any day to be the Sabbath
Well you miss your family and I need calamity
And you haven't shown me one shred of humanity

No room by the farm anymore
The city still so Farfarout
No mountain no ocean
No forest no roaming
And the last thing I need is hope
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English

Please don't
Give me snow and tell me it's glitter
I've sacrificed being alone
But at least I'll have somewhere to stay through the winter

Asking my smoke in the sink
Gotten everything you want with a wink
We are not the same
You had a decade of myspace

You're so half-baked and empty at the touch
I don't know how I can feel you this much
I wouldn't blame you if ya bought a pack
Twenty straight sticks, replace the spine I lack
I'm pulling my teeth out the medicine cabinet
Your whiskey calls for any day to be the Sabbath
Well you miss your family and I need calamity
And you haven't shown me one shred of humanity

I hope you get to the place where the AC is cold
Like the air in a doorway you know
In from the heater of a childhood day
Sweaty wife-beater, cold that nothing could break

You're so half-baked and empty at the touch
I don't know how I can feel you this much
I wouldn't blame you if ya bought a pack
Twenty straight sticks, replace the spine I lack
I'm pulling my teeth out the medicine cabinet
Your whiskey calls for any day to be the Sabbath
Well you miss your family and I need calamity
And you haven't shown me one shred of humanity

No room by the farm anymore
The city still so Farfarout
No mountain no ocean
No forest no roaming
And the last thing I need is hope
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Writer: Collin Moore, Belle Treece, Sydney Sargis
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