empty bottles, cigarette butts
all attempts to make our hearts stop
the things you can’t accept
about yourself when there’s no one else
you push, push, push it down
try to block that sound
of the voices
the voices screaming in your head
in the corner, of a small room
microphone and spotlight on you
you thought you had something to say
but your mouth doesn’t work that way
but you have a voice
and it’s you that makes the choice
to push, push, push it
push, push, push it doooooooowwwwwwn
empty bottles, cigarette butts
all the things we try to do to make our hearts stop
we bust our ass every day
just to fuck our night away
so tell me what we’re doing here
it’s not living, it’s just fear
we gotta let, let, let it
let, let, let it oooooooouuuuuuut
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