Felt Just Like Vacation-Bomb the Music Industry!

[ti:Felt Just Like Vacation] [ar:Bomb the Music Industry!] [al:Vacation] [00:00.35]Your floor felt like falling backwar [00:03.45]Ds in a steady slipstream. [00:05.16]The lazy tide is bringing me to shore. [00:09.36]Eighty degree water, [00:11.01]I see right to the bottom. [00:13.33]Take the pressure off for good. [00:15.32]Don't give me anymore. [00:17.45]Give me the worst sleep spots, [00:18.94]Corners to get stuck in, [00:21.04]Pump me full of friends and alcohol [00:25.48]And I'll be thinking of [00:26.97]You long after the night's through. [00:29.04]Long after I'm peeled off of the wall and shipped to Brooklyn. [00:35.90]And it might be 'cause I'm not alone [00:39.76]But this vacation feels more like home than habitually checking my phone [00:47.56]For texts I won't respond to [00:50.21]From people I don't talk to. [00:52.22]In truth, December destroyed me. [00:55.26]January crushed me. [00:57.00]By February, I was not myself. [01:01.26]March rolled in like beatings [01:03.09]And rolled out like a bear hug. [01:05.12]In April I stared out the window for a f**king month. [01:09.21]I don't want October. [01:11.26]I don't want November. [01:13.21]I don't want to feel those crippling blows [01:17.17]That I can't explain to [01:19.25]Myself, my friends or you [01:21.00]So I soften them with hours of Nintendo. [01:23.77]And it might be 'cause I'm not alone [01:27.70]But this vacation feels more like home than refreshing e-mails [01:34.17]I won't respond to from people I don't talk to. [01:55.31]Please give me Caye Caulker, [01:57.26]My feet in the water, [01:59.11]Someone who doesn't yawn when I go on [02:03.19]And I'll be thinking of her long after the summer. [02:07.24]Long after the crowd is bored and talking shit [02:10.24]And moved away and everybody's gone [02:19.03]So the winter never kills me. [02:27.05]So the winter never kills me. [02:35.00]So the winter never kills me. [02:43.09]Winter won't kill me.