Mariana's Trench - Astoria lyrics

Astoria, I'm warning you, not ready yet, not for you Don't wanna know my darkest lows My blackest pitch, murder of crows Feels far from home, close to the vale Goodbye mother's fairy-tale Never After will suffice when star-crossed lovers take their life Now we begin a harlequin, kaleidoscope in spite of when Top of the world to lowest worth, from blackest pearl to slow rebirth Don't remind me what the price is when left to my own devices 'Cause I'll find out in all due time what happens to never say die Oh yeah I'll say whatever doesn't make me stronger k**s me But it's gonna to be a long year till the hospital can find hope in me (Tell me I survive) Do I survive you, Astoria? (Tell me I survive) Do I survive you, Astoria? You know everything happens, it happens in threes A fevered blur, through names obscured, and speeches slurred What's another bridge burned? I'm on my own, you came alone All dressed up in bad news (I know you've been hurt too) This would be the wrong move (Maybe we should leave soon) You can lay with me while you think of him Drown our sorrows deep in each others' skin I touch your face while I think of her I will raise my lips to the way we were Bite my neck while you say his name I will scratch your back to forget her face Our regret tastes sweet through a soft liqueur We can raise our lips to the way we were On a good day I'm the bad news for the wrong girl with the right wounds On a good day I'm the bad news for the wrong girl with the right wounds Hey, ever just say f** it? Maybe I'll drink this all away in buckets Oh hey, might as well say f** it I wanna hurt myself until I love it I should've known you're not alone when you take somebody home And the little d**hs are a little less, even if just for a moment Hey, let's all say f** it (On a good day I'm the bad news for the wrong girl with the right wounds) I'm gonna make my mother so proud of it (On a good day I'm the bad news for the wrong girl with the right wounds) Yeah (Hope fades away in Astoria) I'll say whatever doesn't make me stronger k**s me But it's going to be a long year till the hospital might find hope in me (Astoria) Astoria (Astoria) Let the melody save me, Astoria Let the melody save me, Astoria The quid pro quos that we'll compose from esoteric to common prose Astoria