Lyrics Little Deaths - Sir Sly

Little Deaths

And I’m fed up with little deaths
Pretend I’m free of consequences
I see it now I made a mess
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette x3
I don’t know how to be alone
Never learned to face the unknown
I don’t know how to be alone
Shallow breaths as
I needed you to fix me
Now i need a pick me up
Out of habits and I’m out of good luck
All out of habits and I’m out of good luck
Well I’m fed up with loneliness
Light me up a little bit of tenderness
And I think sang it best
I made my bed but I don’t wanna lie in it
I cling to you likes lips cling to a cigartte x2
I don’t know how to be alone
Nver learned to face the unknown
I don’t know how to be alone
Shallow breaths as