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i cant complain about the way that i was brought up, or the skin that stretches tight around my cheeks, or the way i get when you say that youre leaving me // i learn to accept the bullet in my brain, and i swallow pride and put the blame all on me, and my punctured lungs have ceased to allow me to breathe // and ill write your name down, maybe we'll catch up down the road when we run into each other at the grocery store // a fake hello, and a forced grin will tell me everything i need to know about how youve been // these hunger pains come from anything but hunger, won't tell you that its been like this for weeks, i swallowed whole the pill that you threw at me // i wouldnt call it lies because it wont hurt anything, because it wont hurt anything, itll hurt absolutely nothing but me, other than me
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its the top of the hour, breath of a dragon, hands cold they begin to shake // ive got no seat for the approaching attraction of escaping hermetic life of sadistic action // i dont even know my name, im not the person i was back then // i don't even know my name, i tried so hard but i failed again // little reminders hidden in cobwebs that get tangled by my feet // intricate patters swept up in the madness that trumps ideology // theres no where for me to go right now, no escaping the hand that feeds // viciously tearing at the seams will do no good for me
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