The Nineties - Luna Shadows

On the list of things that just might kill me

You’re right behind quicksand in the nineties (baby)

With a lot of things that never will be

It’s like a minefield, stay on the line please (baby)

Stay on the line, please

Stay on the line, please

Sometimes, always, I get nervous

Always something out to hurt us

Sticks and stones can break my bones

But words, they hurt

Lightning strikes, it’s been a long time

It’s my fault, I’m on a fault line

Take the blame, of course, it’s all mine

It gets worse

On the list of things that just might kill me

You’re right behind quicksand in the nineties (baby)

With a lot of things that never will be

It’s like a minefield, stay on the line please (baby)

Stay on the line, please

Stay on the line, please (baby)

Check behind the curtain, open up

The back seat, check for strangers

Unfamiliar persons, yet another

Lastly, plan for danger

Standing when I should be running

Crying out but no one’s coming

Mouth full of blood, I feel nothing

Fight or flight, I find I’m freezing

Two steps forward, I stop breathing

Paralyzed by lies, but leaving hurts the most

On the list of things that just might kill me

You’re right behind quicksand in the nineties (baby)

With a lot of things that never will be

It’s like a minefield, stay on the line please (baby)

Check behind the curtain, open up

The back seat, check for strangers

Unfamiliar persons, yet another

Lastly, plan for danger

Matters of exposure, what you

Don’t know now will hurt you later

Oxygen mask down, help yourself now

Or you can’t help you later

On the list of things that just might kill me

You’re right behind quicksand in the nineties

Carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide

Having a breakdown, having to lay down

Waiting on read, while running a red light

Holes in the ozone, calls from the home phone

Unanswered texts and sudden deafness

Deadly diseases, everyone leaving

Everyone leaving

Everyone leaving