*LYRICS*

what the fuck do i do different now      i've tried all the ways to never look      but memories replay like a fishing hook
i can never wait to grab them in my mouth ful                                       
of blood, and steel, and bait tastes like a photobook                    
I'll never see again 
but I just want to spend a little more time reminiscing when

When you say that you're my friend
but then you just don't understand
say you've grown past the point of looking back
but deep inside i see the map
is all the love you couldn't have  
                             

you run away instead of running to                                       
my arms have been here open while you're letting loose                                                 
with all the friends that help forget the tightened noose 
you're pulling round your heart but they cannot undo                                        
the knots their tying tight to try and 
hold the youth                     
slipping from their mantles    
As they give to you
whatever they can muster just to prove
the come down's worth the wear out their addicted to


I say that you're my friend
but then I just don't understand
say I've grown past the point of taking scraps
then use anything to fill the gap
of all the love I couldn't have

and I don't know the way out
we are trying to 
love the living dying
don't bite the fruit
decaying on the vine
we could make a little wine
drink to all the hope we had that this would be our time

but you're not around to see
I'm just breaking down 
and you're out there breaking clean
and nothing's ever quite true
so what the fuck do I do?







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