My heart beats in slow songs, pumping moments through my veins.
Waking up in empty beds, walk through months of bad mistakes.
Give me back the life I had.
I really had nothing.
Nothing's better than a city full of lies that push through me.
I'm a burning building, you're a loveless friend.
Now I watch the clock. Now I walk on knives. O
n knives... I find problems I'm a fucked up kid.
I've got problems, I'm alone again.
I find problems I'm a fucked up kid.
I've got problems, I'm alone again...
i cannot even begin to describe how fucking accurate this song is.
cannot.
this weekend was much needed.
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