Album Cover no passion

no passion

Car Seat Headrest

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I never feel

I can never feel

Oh-oh I, was cut openAnd now I can feel never

Betraying no emotion underneath your aviators

And your flight attendant uniform, perfectly tailored

For your ninety-one-degree angle shoulders

Fucking goddamn, how I love your shoulders

She looks like a Barbie, that′s fucking creepy

Leslie Nielsen is dead, and I don't care

I don′t have time for pride, I only like people

Who hate the things that brought us together

I-I never feel

I can never feel, oh I

I was cut open

And now I, can never feel

I want a man who would hate me for what I am

I want a man who would leave me if I told him my

Deepest and darkest secrets, like I would leave him

In a situation where our positions were reversed

In my wildest sexual dreams I dream (oouh)

That I'm watching porn, but there's too much sunlight (oouh)

Shining on my laptop monitor, so I (oouh)

Can′t see anything with any amount of clarity (oouh)

I-I never feel (oouh)

I-I can never feel, oh I (oouh)

Was cut open (oouh)

And now I, can never feel (oouh)