Arthur Yoria: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

I take a long nap thinkin’, there ain’t a thing I’m missin’
I never sweep my floors ‘cause my friends are here for drinking
I made a sad day pretty with a melody
I made a lovely city seem just like a holding cell


I don’t believe in somethin’ just ‘cause it kind of feels like somethin’
I don’t assume there’s more until the cup is overflowing
I made a mess sound pretty with some words and beats’
You made my past taste shitty when you took my face
and kissed me with those lips that made me wanna clean my place
and stay awake to shout out loud about the way they taste
I won’t listen to myself when I get scared
I’ll write a tune that feels like you instead


You made my past taste shitty when you took my face
and kissed me with those lips that made me wanna clean my place
and stay awake to shout out loud about the way they taste
I won’t listen to myself when I get scared
I’ll write a tune that feels like you instead