everything inside my house is broke the stove don't work my window is cracked it's all fucked up a hall of broken mirrors path of broken glass everything inside my house is black
it's a cold hard fact that life moves so fast without taking another breath you get caught in the past
i remember the boy i used to be taking life on so innocently
it's cold hard fact that life moves so fast without taking another breath you get caught in the past
it's of little relief that others hold your belief with so much standing against us all you're got to be the thief everything inside my house sweats all night i wake up every morning and taste the salt sunlight streaming in through the nicotine i bathe in the smoke of the unseen