| My blood cements
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| Your happiness
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| But I’m lost between the comfort of those hips
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| Sweet loneliness
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| Those deathly lips
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| Like the devil wants me tongue-tied in his grips
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| I can’t keep breaking down
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| Something’s gotta give
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| I swore I was much stronger
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| Stronger than this
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| But I just keep waking up
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| To the mess I’m making
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| I know the best is yet to come
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| But I’m sick of always waiting
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| I’m just another one of your distractions
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| You’re just an object of my insecurities
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| All we are is chemicals reacting
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| And we’re catching
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| 1000 degrees
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| 1000 degrees
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| Can’t save my life
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| My ego’s died
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| Blowing circles with the smoke I hide behind
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| Cursed by the light
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| These veins are dry
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| I’m immortal every time I close my eyes
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| But I just keep breaking down
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| Someone’s gotta give
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| I need something much stronger
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| Stronger than this
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| 'Cause I just keep waking up
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| To this mess I’m making
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| I know the best is yet to come
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| But I’m sick of always waiting
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| I’m just another one of your distractions
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| You’re just an object of my insecurities
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| All we are is chemicals reacting
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| And we’re catching
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| 1000 degrees
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| 1000 degrees |