sweet.

lyrics:

looks like it’s a little too late now 
wrapped up in tragedy 
choking on the silver spoon that you’re served with 
someone please tell me.
how it tastes?

razor wire pulled between our teeth. 
shattered mirrors staring back at me 
no compliments from you 
i know she’s changed
steel arms around necks 
emptied and desolate.


still can’t gauge the taste that’s on your breathe 
undo what you said
our final request. 

even if it’s fake it’s real to me 
caught up exchange at everything 
give it up
maybe we could slow it down 
looks likes a little too late now 


disaster, you try to avoid 
over shared too soon 
affections act like decoys  

round a blind bend 
try to hang my self on phone cords again 

even if it’s fake it’s real to me 
caught up exchange of everything 
maybe we could slow it down 
looks like too little too late now 

affections act like decoys 
and still Im here 
lost and blind 


even if it’s fake it’s real to me 
even if it’s fake it’s real to me 
caught up exchange at everything 
maybe we could slow it down 
looks to be too little too late now

sober exit(s)

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