Are we connected or was it just a plot, to get yourself off, and that I'm not listening it happens. (she said) I can't to say how sorry I am, I never for this to happen. the Sun down, the knives come out..
I'm on the island you me on, such a strip of sand; no lifeboats, no off.
We give up, we give in, we take we can; we're trapped deep a second chance. we give up, we give in, blinking; Jesus Christ, what was I
oh these lungs desperatley filled by and sad, because you know lover, be back. all these words , and absurd Such a of this, makes the and the water sick.
Shall I stay or end up drunk and soft a bitter old man sunk in his veins not to get caught. (he says) I you didn't miss the sound that I made; it's simple,and sad, and to fake. the liquids down, the come out.
I'm on the island you me on, a sickening strip of sand; no lifeboats, no off.
We give up, we give in, we take we can; trapped deep without a second chance. We give up, we give in, withought I'll be there the you go down.
oh these lungs filled by someone and sad, because you know lover, be back. all these words , useless and a sight of this, makes the harbor and the sick.
I understand reasons, for awkward dance. I'd me, too, if I thought I had the chance.
I cry aloud to these sheets they back tight. i asleep to the sound of my own life. If I drink bottle fast enough, I might get lucky and won't up. [x2]