Deadbolt - La Guerre

Mostly, I’m just killing time while looking in the mirror,

when discovering that proof of time is gradually appearing on my face.

There’s shadows forming like rain puddles in a storm,

yet I had no idea that they were forming.

And when I’m staring at myself, i’m just pretending that it’s you,

and that you know that I exist,

can’t comprehend the hell that’s waiting here for you.

I always used to think that I was kind of sweet,

now that I know that i’m a bitch, i’ll just give into being lonely.

'Cause my key’s stuck in the deadbolt,

and my ring’s still in that motel 8 in Omaha

and I hope that maid’s enjoying it, my finger’s finally used to it

this weightlessness that makes my hand raise way too fast

when I gesture goodbye.