More songs by BigXthaPlug
More songs by Ella Langley
Description
Revenge rarely looks noble, but sometimes it sounds almost like art. Here there are wishes for a cold heater, a stolen car, and new relationships that will fall apart with a bang. Each “let it be” is like a little spell cast into the darkness.
All this bitter anger still smells of unspoken love: if the memory burns so strongly, it means that the ashes are still smoldering. And the night promises to be long, noisy, and not at all peaceful.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Heartbreak’s a funny thing
How it makes you think
What it makes you want
Why, when it ends, us getting revenge
Sounds better than moving on
And I’d love to live and let live
Let it go, forgive and forget
Holding a grudge ain’t what I want to do
But when it comes to you
I hope it's hell at night
Straight to the morning
I hope you close your eyes
And just can’t ignore it
’Cause it’s too damn loud
Tossing and turning
I hope it's hell at night
And my memory’s burning, burning
Aye
I hope you hear me every time you play a song
I hope you meet the right person but y’all never get along
I hope you know you ain’t right, and you so good at burning bridges
I hope you finally find some love and every day he hurt your feelings
I hope you, I hope you turn your heater on and it blows cold
I hope you leave your car running at the store and it get stolen
I hope you have a nightmare every single day of your life
I hope you have a bad morning, and one hell of a night
I hope it's hell at night
Straight to the morning
I hope you close your eyes
And just can’t ignore it
’Cause it’s too damn loud
Tossing and turning
I hope it's hell at night
And my memory’s burning, burning
Aye
I hope you see me every time you close your eyes
And every time you think about me, you hear thunder in the sky
I’m out the way, and by the way, I hope you lived and what you learned
I hope you go deep into the woods, and you make the wrong turn
I hope it burns you up
Like a cigarette
Like a last call shot
Straight to the head
I hope stare at the wall
Or an old home screen
Kind of hopin’ I call
’Cause you can’t call me
I hope it's hell at night
Straight to the morning
I hope you close your eyes
And just can’t ignore it
’Cause it’s too damn loud
Tossing and turning
I hope it's hell at night
And my memory’s burning, burning