yeah its quiet out i can hear the embers burning
yeah its quiet now i can the paper counting
yeah its dirt now i can feel the ground shaking
yeah its time now i can feel im sinking

bad blood i got blue blood
like mudd it seeps when it cuts
so tired stuck in this rut
so wired means for the just
face cut scars of ur touch
my smile broke too much
this chain covered in rust
this pain covered in lust

playing life like im living poker 
im gonna fold 
i want it over
eyes swirling swirling see the colors 
fix my hangover
with salt and vinegar

ink in my skin i want to be covered
poison in my gin 
im talking from the gutter
porter on my bag like im hiding demons
got jet lag switching every season

im tired of this shit 
ill need a reason to missed 
fill it up n then i twist
got my name on blacklists
these sirens 
the years of running 
mirrors imagine
im lined im racing

starting to feel like im the tin man
the way these lights go out 
its bad luck man
go from 20/20 
to seeing 20/40
got the tiger on me
its burning 520

face gone i wanna feel your touch 
i wanna be alone 
i cant make up my mind 
i cant make up my mind

its gone i needa break it off 
i wanna be your one
i cant wait for the night
all of it fills me with life

my lifes work i need to clock out 
idk if this’ll workout
strange idc abt the fallout
im losing looking like a dropout

hair pins coupled on soft skin
white lies or white sins
long nights and no strings
what will my life bring

Blue Blood

digiaches