B/Blaenavon/Multiple + personality + disorder = friends for life
You started as a school friend We wrote it on my bed Some good things last forever And others drown instead On my way to your apartment You had problems with your head You asked for an extension On the promises we kept
You know I hate it when I have to see you bruised It fucks your confidence It's every second you lose To this consequence of "you're beautiful" I can't let it win We've got to see this through
Your public limitations Meant visits weren't your friend We spent our time on puzzles That didn't have an end I painted you a portrait Of Annie Erin Clark To make you feel at home with The nurses after dark
You know I love it when I get to see you smile with teeth At stupid things Like our imaginary beef with William Shatner And all the bullshit that he speaks
You know I love you the best We started with so many friends We've only got seven left So take your hand and put it on my chest There's something really big in there And no one gets access
Cause there's always something In the marks on your face The ringing in your ears that screams "Don't look this way" When everything's perfect But you're not okay You start to get the feeling You might be erased There's always something That screams out loud And no one hears it Until you shout "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first" "I'm putting me first"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.