Digs
Sitting in the studio
It's just four walls and me
Wondering when you'll call
Because right now it's a memory
Feeling pathetic
I want to wake up from this dream
It's more like a nightmare
I don't care what you tell me
My heart is broken
Pieces lying all over the floor
Removing myself from reality
Because being sad, is being bored
Hands On The Clock
Sadness and heartbreak hand in hand
People talk like I don't understand
I can hear you perfectly fine
I'm trying not to die
Nothing is relatable,
I won't listen, it's numb - I wanna cry
They say it gets better,
I know this, I'm not dumb
I don't need a road map
I'm already 10 feet from the sun
I know it gets better,
Just let me bitch
A room full of strangers is bliss
Nobody knows you
They think you're fine, fuck
I miss this
I'm buying time before I cry
Late at night -- it's like clockwork
Tick-tock
Ripcord
The ultimate betrayal
Is letting someone fall
Their parachute not opening
You knew it all along
I kept singing the same song
Emergency brake feeling faulty
Abandoning a person, that's healthy
Out of sight, out of mind
That's stealthy
I bet you close your eyes at night just fine
It's okay to live a lie
I think what hurts the most
Is you pretend to save lives
While you watch the ones closest to you
Burn alive
Third degree burns across my heart
Scars imprinted - like it's art
But you're the nice guy right?
Whatever helps you sleep at night
Hush little baby -- don't you cry..
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