the city still sleeps when i wake up it's always ready to take my heart out carry it all the way and bring it back to you it's all the same under the moonlight and i'm not and i'm not surprised you know, i'm not surpised
that i hold your back but i'll change you. i'll be your fresh wrist cut wondering why won't you kill yourself in your home with the silent walls i will live on the weekend i live for the weekend
worst night out, another time i'll stay at home trying to find out is this my way? is this my way? or i'll end up bleeding on the floor with the rise of the sun i think i'm done i think i'm done don't bother me to ask for more i don't know what i'm looking for what i'm looking for