wastin time in bed too cut marks on your arms in this womb there's not much i'll say you'll do it anyway utopia for now apathetic youth i dont walk around your block much now anymore i'm in love with a mattress laying way down on the floor
choking holding all that's left in you rising gripping all that's left in you
but oh i'm happy when you sleep your warm arms become someone surrounding me if i'm not in your arms