About this song
Plastic Boxes is a track by Highly Suspect, taken from the album “As Above, So Below”, released July 19, 2024 on Roadrunner Records/FRKST. It runs 4:07 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Play button above when a verified stream is available, or choose a listening service from the other options.
Lyrics
Find another songI can go but
You should know that
My situation is not under control, and
I alone sit
Like a stone in
Destiny's garden with my mind fully blown, cause
You're gone indefinitely
You are a ring that was tossed in the sea
Yeah, I never find the love we shared
I, I press rewind but I'm already dead
So I picked up all your hair-clips and packed them away
Right next to the letters that you left me just in case we could figure it out on a better day
And plastic boxes from New York to L.A
I don't want to die but I don't have a reason to stay
I wanted space and time
Spend time in space, but
What does it matter now that
Nothing remains, I
Cannot sleep when
All I hear is
A silent symphony of pain and disgrace, and now
I will waste every one of my days
Blind, deaf and dumb I'm a man with no face, let's
Take this wall and paint it red, I
I put a gun to the side of my head
Well I picked up all your hair-clips and packed them away
Right next to the letters that you left me so that I could go cry again on a future date
And plastic boxes from New York to L.A
I don't want to die but I don't have a reason to stay
No no no no, no no no, no no no
Not today, whoo
I don't have a reason to stay
Woo-ah
No no, not today, not today
No no, not today
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More from As Above, So Below
- 01 Summertime Voodoo E 6:28
- 02 Suicide Machine E 3:05
- 03 The Blue-Eyed Devil E 4:28
- 04 Mexico E 3:42
- 05 Melatonia 7:27
- 06 The Reset E 5:02
- 07 Run For Your Death (More Pills) E 3:17
- 08 Champagne At Our Funeral E 4:09
- 09 The 8th Of October (To August 17th) E 5:59
- 10 Then Mickey 2 7:38