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jeff burgess - you beautiful creatures lyrics

i keep my head on my shoulders, it’s white guy problems—i deserve the pain i feel
everything’s a bad dream when you’re living with me
i’m not wearing black because i’m a bad guy who’s using guilt to steal
i’m bad ‘cause i love your memory

i want you to see me in bed screaming curses at the sky
people wandering toward me smell the fear in my mind
and a month goes by—i haven’t written a song
i have a hundred thousand dreams, they’re about you all night long
the devil’s in the details and there’s a devil in me
i didn’t ask to inconvenience or to dream between your sheets
surely friendship has its foils, swiftly swerve around the cracks
am i still your bad guy just because i’m dressed in black?

you beautiful creatures in your weird roots and law
it doesn’t make sense to me anymore
the choices you make and the ways that you lie
i guess it’s vain to try and figure out why

i treat my instruments like they’re body extensions, or a bandage for a wound
every night’s a sad night if you sleep on the floor
in retrospect i can see that you didn’t think you were lying, you just didn’t know what to do
no one had ever said “i love you” to your face before

if i was desperate or dumber i would beg to be yours
sometimes the best friendships just veer off course
“i’ll do anything you want—i’ll be your griffon, your bat”
but i’m slowly turning myself into a sewer rat
because you fed me your food, i can’t complain that you lied
i guess being honest that you hurt me is worth less than a ride
there’s a devil inside me, a villain coming to life
i’m gonna use my mind tricks to turn you into my wife

i’ll eat your food, i’ll smoke your weed
i’ll drink your gas, i’ll dream your dreams
i’ll hold your head as you vomit at my feet
i’ll use magic to change you ’til you can’t tell cold from heat
i just wanna control you, i just want control
i wanna drink your body, i wanna smoke your soul
i’ll tell you lies i’ll wear a disguise
watch out, man, go! i’m coming for you—i’m the king of bad guys

you beautiful creatures in your weird roots and law
it doesn’t make sense to me anymore
the choices you make and the ways that you lie
i guess it’s vain to try and figure out why

you beautiful creatures in your weird roots and law
it never makes sense to me anymore
for all of the failures you never learn a new route
i guess it’s in vain to try to figure out

- jeff burgess lyrics

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