You managed to make the grammar worse after I corrected it.
I put in reasons why I think the changes I made make sense, and I listened to a different video of the song to check it.
That's not enough of me getting butthurt over bloody Hozier lyrics.
Only because I listened to this f***ing song about 20 times to get the lyrics right and now I hate it. And I hate you.
The album is out soon and all this will be rendered pointless.
Not that this isn't f***ing pointless anyway. A f***ing song lyrics website.
Who does this shit? Who mods this shit? What are you doing with your life? What am I doing with my life?. Jesus f***.
You f***ed up the grammar too, I didn't forget to come back to that. That hurts more than the clearly misheard lyrics you re-corrected.
Why the f*** would you put a possessive apostrophe on detectives? \"detective's?\" it's the plural form and you stick an 's' on it like a normal individual.
Sort your shit out, I'm going to sort out mine.
So tired trying to see from out the red in my eyes.
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight.
So deep in the swill with the most familiar of swine, (swill = pigfood..)
For reasons raptured and divine.
She blows out of nowhere, roman candle of the wild (blows = candle..)
Laughing away through my feeble disguise.
No other version of me I would pretend to be tonight,
'Cause Lord she found me just in time.
'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done
I need to be youthfully felt,
'Cause God I never felt the young.
She's gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair.
She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily, and she wouldn't care.
We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives, ride round pickin' up clues.
We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, raise 'em on rhythm and blues.
Lord it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime.
Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine.
Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside,
Sit back and watch the world go by.
Happy to lie back, watch it burn and rust.
We tried the world, good god it wasn't for us.
She's gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair.
She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily, and she wouldn't care.
We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives, ride round pickin' up clues.
We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, raise em on rhythm and blues.
Cut clean from the dream at night with my mind reset,
Looking up from the cigarette, she's already left.
Start digging up the yard for what's left of me in our little vignette. (call back to the previous verse)
One episode is coming next.
She's gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair.
She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily, and she wouldn't care.
We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives, ride around pickin' up clues.
We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, raise em on rhythm and blues!
