I ALWAYS TAKE IT HOME THE ENDLESS FEELING OF ALL ALONE I ALWAYS FIND IT HARD NOT TO FEEL LIKE THE LOWEST CARD
WHEN WE REACH THE HEART THAT’S WHEN EVERYTHING FALLS APART A TEARING RUSH THROUGH THE CORE IT’S ALWAYS OVER RIGHT FROM THE START
I TURN THE LIGHTS DOWN LOW NOTHING HEALS AND NOTHING GLOWS I THINK ABOUT THE APPLE TREES I CAN’T SLEEP TOO MANY MEMORIES
IT’S THE WORST
AND I FEEL IT COMING ON AND THERE’S NO OTHER PLACE TO GO MY TIRED EYES ROLL WHITE AS NO ONE COMES AND HOLDS ME TIGHT IT’S THE BLACKEST SPACE I KNOW I TREMBLE WHEN IT COMES AROUND YOU’D TREMBLE TOO IF YOU KNEW IF YOU KNEW WHAT I DO