Treehouse - Frøkedal

Fuck you all

The comics on the floor

A gun sling that you stole

When you wake up

To find your kingdom gone

It’s gonna hurt

Hold me down

The ladder, the rope

The broken telescope

Demolished one by one

Right the minute you left

And I’ll be good as dead

When you figure it out

And break my face and fingers in return

When you wake up

To find your kingdom gone

It’s gonna hurt

But at least I’m at peace in the combat

The weapons and their voices call my name

You better call again

'Cause I’m not gonna be an easy match

You’re running out of friends

But I’ll choose this mess again

Over boredom

Now it’s gone

And now I’ve seen it all

You’re rubbish and you’re gold

Any minute, no, don’t

And I’m not saying it’s fun

You better learn

When you wake up

To find your kingdom gone

It’s gonna hurt

But at least I’m at peace in the combat

The weapons drawn and their voices call my name

You better call again

'Cause I’m not gonna be an easy match

You’re running out of friends

But I’ll choose this mess again

Over boredom