DRIFTER - Nights | Текст песни

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How many nights do I have to spend staring down that same stupid grin? Or should I list the ways you destroy me, I wouldn't know where to begin.

Where there was once a life now a hollow ribcage bares its soul as you let me go.

Hand in your bedroom eyes. You're going to need them at your bedside. Drink down your guilt laced with pride. Feel the choke as it makes its way inside.

Oh how I loathe the way you say, "I really think we're better off this way."

I think that we are better off this way.

Pen to paper, write this down, "In seas of memory, we all drown."

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