| Grab me by the throat. |
| Your hands are freezing cold
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| And fingernails tear nice and slow. |
| You know
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| I’m not afraid of all the things you think about
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| When you’re alone swallowing your day
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| Hold on tight. |
| Just hold on tight
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| Cataclysmic prose. |
| Eye sockets will erode
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| When days to weeks to months seem half full
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| Yet I can’t impose with another wilted rose
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| You’ll feel this when you see how I’ve grown
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| We are broken men
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| Who shouldn’t be saved just yet
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| Keep breathing. |
| Stay broken
|
| Our blood’s boiled thin
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| You can taste it with every breath taken in
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| It’s 2:30 AM. |
| Years become layers of skin
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| I’ve shed them all but I’m not done yet
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| Heavy hearts my friends, come sing in unison
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| And drag me out of this hole I’m in
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| We are broken men
|
| Who shouldn’t be saved just yet
|
| Keep breathing. |
| Stay broken
|
| Our blood’s boiled thin
|
| You can taste it with every breath taken in
|
| Are you breathing?
|
| Stay broken
|
| I’ve earned my bitterness
|
| My legs are planted firm in transit-stance
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| For this dead romance
|
| Grab me by the throat. |
| Your hands are freezing cold
|
| And fingernails tear nice and slow. |
| You know
|
| I’m not afraid of all the things you think about
|
| When you’re alone swallowing your whole…
|
| We are broken men
|
| Who shouldn’t be saved just yet
|
| Keep breathing. |
| Stay broken
|
| Our blood’s boiled thin
|
| You can taste it with every breath taken in
|
| We are broken men
|
| Who shouldn’t be saved just yet |