These lines on my face give up the time.
This blood withering through my veins is life like wine.
Drink to our last kiss and write a book about the mess.
A life in vulgar poetry, a testament in rhyme.
Incincerate while we can.
So now I sit alone in the dark in the house we used to play the part.
Empty rooms and photographs shout back in silence.
Dead s***es echo an attack for the love of what we used to both call home.
Wave a white flag and count me out.
Recognize how sanity would feel.
The s***e between these lines that I could never quite reveal.
In the blink of an eye that's just too short to suffocate and kill.
So now I sit alone in the dark in the house we used to play the part.
Empty rooms and photographs shout back in silence.
Dead s***es echo an attack for the love of what we used to both call home.
It's been two weeks without a sign of anyone.
I left the world behind cuz I don't wanna believe in love.
Anxiety of a future we cannot command
too broken for the test, too toxic for a stand.
So I laid down and lost myself to the things I could not live down.
We are the wings of doves too broke to fly, to carry on.
So I laid down and lost myself to the things I could not live down.
We are the wings of doves too broke to fly, to carry on.
TO CARRY ON!
So now I sit alone in the dark in the house we used to play.
Empty rooms and photographs in silence.
As the memories come rushing back dead s***es echo an attack.
All for the love we left in silence.
This blood withering through my veins is life like wine.
Drink to our last kiss and write a book about the mess.
A life in vulgar poetry, a testament in rhyme.
Incincerate while we can.
So now I sit alone in the dark in the house we used to play the part.
Empty rooms and photographs shout back in silence.
Dead s***es echo an attack for the love of what we used to both call home.
Wave a white flag and count me out.
Recognize how sanity would feel.
The s***e between these lines that I could never quite reveal.
In the blink of an eye that's just too short to suffocate and kill.
So now I sit alone in the dark in the house we used to play the part.
Empty rooms and photographs shout back in silence.
Dead s***es echo an attack for the love of what we used to both call home.
It's been two weeks without a sign of anyone.
I left the world behind cuz I don't wanna believe in love.
Anxiety of a future we cannot command
too broken for the test, too toxic for a stand.
So I laid down and lost myself to the things I could not live down.
We are the wings of doves too broke to fly, to carry on.
So I laid down and lost myself to the things I could not live down.
We are the wings of doves too broke to fly, to carry on.
TO CARRY ON!
So now I sit alone in the dark in the house we used to play.
Empty rooms and photographs in silence.
As the memories come rushing back dead s***es echo an attack.
All for the love we left in silence.