Get up cause its morning cousin. they found your mother in a ditch all tore up! then it starts snowing, its too cold and my arms itch. NOSEBLEED!!! now all that bright whites blood red.
now i dont know but oh, i got that feeling that says this is it.
every time i look outside i see that lone sun shining bright, makes me sad to be alive. every day its just that same old gray staring back at me, so why do i keep on living?
intense a rush now to the head of blood that flows oh-so-intense through our hearts, so rhythmic. it strolls our veins so effortless and keeps us entertained and interested.
singing that same old lovers song about a heart strung out too long. it just stops.
its a real shame cause we almost got clean.
singing that same old lovers about a heart strung out so long it just stops