your life, how complicated. how up and messed up it is. I said I'd come, even knowing what it was. it's been a year your eyes still bloodshot on it my mind a buckshot target and looking at you now the girl i love is dead. from where from where these memories not what i recall, not what i regret. your heart your heart beating backwards still in my hands, don't let me- -holding you with such careful care. you're my home and come morning i will still wake up here. (still wake up here)
The quiet lies - we don't need to talk about it anymore Don't need to figure out the truth Don't need to look inside our heads and in our hearts…
I was wrong.
Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…