1990nowhere, Olivver the Kid, Lostboycrow, Armors - Sour Lyrics

Slow it down
Where’s the fun in knowing everything? What’s the point in knowing anyone? What’s the point of feeling anything at all? What’s the point of being anyone?
I’m drinking violence out of a glass of malaise
I’m eating silence out of the sound of your name
I’ll do my own dance when I’m alone and afraid
My uncle Steve said maybe I should fight through the pain
Sour the taste of an electric life Covering over all the emptiness Running in place here in paradise Nothing is real until it hurts my chest
Sour the taste of an electric life Covering over all the emptiness Running in place here in paradise Nothing is real until it hurts my chest
Slow it down
Where’s the fun in knowing everything? What’s the point in knowing anyone? What’s the point of feeling anything at all? What’s the point of being anyone?
I’m speaking quiet cause I’ve got nothing to say I hear the sirens, follow them to my grave
A glass of silence, like drinking tears in the rain I’m just a lost cause, so you don’t care if I stay
Sour the taste of an electric life Covering over all the emptiness Running in place here in paradise Nothing is real until it hurts my chest
Sour the taste of an electric life Covering over all the emptiness Running in place here in paradise Nothing is real until it hurts my chest
Slow it down
There’s something gritty in the afterglow It’s kind of perfect how you never know I saw the future in New Mexico
So, I never looked back