The space around our carved hearts
Is littered with, evidence
Evidence of time well spent
(Chase the dragon, drag the nail again.)
We let it be till someone else looks in,
And then itâs out the door
Its in the street again, blinds open
Evidence of time well spent
(Boxing with bayonets yeah)
Afraid someone will see just where weâve been
I refuse to let it come to that
I want whatâs mine is mine is mine is mine is mine
I refuse to let it come to that
Iâm giving up on us
In this shallow body
Is a light been grey for so long
Câmon and take a bite yeah
Cause I want to spit out my tongue.
If it is the best that I could get baby I donât know
If thatâs the best that I could get then I donât know
I canât stand to bite my tongue.
Itâs ok, meant to be, itâs all right,
Iâm spent, still, sort of
Yeah, sort ofâ¦
I canât keep these track-lines off y our soul
Iâm still breaking limbs in this, this wonder
We used our teeth to paint,
Down these halls.
Iâm giving up on us.
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