Bitter Season - Finch / Bitter Season

Bitter Season performing "Finch" & "Bitter Season" from EP "Bitter Season" © 2024
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::: LYRICS :::

Finch

I thought all those years back then meant everything to me
And I had to wait years more to open up my eyes and see
I need not remind you, it was all about you, and how we hurt
I’m locking the door now and hiding the key to calm my nerves

But I need to know, I need to know now
What you saw in my eyes when you tried to put a price on me
I need to know, I need to know now
Was I ever worth a damn, was it just a sham

And so I lost control, I had to let you go to get back up on my feet
Let’s put the lid on this jar and throw it just as far as it ever needs to be

But I need to know, I need to know now
What you saw in my eyes when you tried to put a price on me
I need to know, I need to know now
Was I ever worth a damn, was it just a sham

And so I lost control, I had to let you go
Lost control, I had to let you go
Let’s put a lid on this jar and throw it just as far
As it ever needs to be

I need not remind you, it was all about you, and how we hurt
I’m locking the door now and hiding the key to calm my nerves


Bitter Season

I’ve burnt out
A bitter season, I’ve been burning, sad & happy, twisting, turning
We’ve lost the fight
All our muses fit right for abuse

No one cares, it’s the eyes right on the prize
Fuck the art, let it all just fall apart
I’m bitter while you sell to the highest bidder
And skeletons have their ball

We fall years behind
We’re customers, just fit for testing, but never just quite interesting
We wait, got no faith
That things will change for the better, we’re stuck forever

No one cares, it’s the eyes right on the prize
Fuck the art, let it all just fall apart
I’m bitter while you sell to the highest bidder
And skeletons have their ball

I can’t wait for this to be over
Just light a match and let it all burn
The fake smiles and the applause
They’ll never care oh they can never learn

The sooner the better
Sticks and stones will break your bones you damn ghosts
Grim reapers, deceivers
Back in the closet, shut the door, and let’s go