"Nova-Leigh" Lyrics

There's a space in my mind's big bookshelves
holds the place of an idiot's dream
For the songs I'll never sing humming sweet summer guitar melodies
And I cry for them, for the girls and the boys I'll never meet
Boo-hoo

And I try to bleed and the hairs on my arms stand up with me
Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo

This reverie
Happens to be
Steeped misery
Don't sing this one with me

Tell the night I'm not sleeping
I'll be tired when I'm dead
Get me up, roll me over
I'm feeling upset
I start feeling the sunlight
On my legs, on my face
Get me up, roll me over
I'm feeling okay

There's a place in my mind's bookshelf for the song I'll never sing
It goes "ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh"
And I try not to bleed and the hairs on my arm stand up with me
Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo

This reverie
Happens to be
Steeped misery
Don't sing this one with me

Tell the night I'm not sleeping
Say I'll be tired when I'm dead
Get me up, roll me over
I'm feeling upset
I start feeling the sunlight
On my legs, on my face
Get me up, roll me over
I'm feeling okay

There's a space in my mind's bookshelf for the song I never sing
It goes "ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh"
It cut my vocal chords with a razor blade while I tried to scream,
hee, to you, to you
Oh, I can feel it on the inside makes me itch and twitch through and through
Double barrel shotgun through my chest this afternoon
For you and you and you and you and you

There's a space in my mind's big bookshelves,
holds the place of an idiot's dream