She slips out of bed. It's 6 in the morning. She kisses my head Without even a warning.
She thinks I'm sleeping. But I watch her slowly dress. I rot from the inside. How could she love this mess?
The blackness I dive, I'm buried alive. Been driving since 1995. But you dug me up to breathe.
My hand over flame. This cauterized vein. I stumble back down the slop again. But you pull me back to breathe.
Into your heart.
How can I show What you've have done for me? You'll never know Your smile has saved me.
So I wrote these fucked up songs. Obscure so you'll never guess. I rot from the inside. How could she love this mess?
The blackness I dive, I'm buried alive. Been driving since 1995. But you dug me up to breathe.
My hand over flame. This cauterized vein. I stumble back down the slop again. But you pull me back to breathe.
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