Lyrics Hardwell Close - The Murderburgers

Hardwell Close

Where do you suggest we go from here?
I hear it’s beautiful in Hell this time of year
Keep focusing on my neck
When I can’t get these dots to connect
Just do your best to write me out
Ignore every word that I say
I’ll reluctantly write this year off
And keep ignoring this headache and this cough
Then walk away from town following the dark clouds
Stare through a stranger in front of me
Zone right out, thought of checking myself into the Royal Infirmary
I used to pass by this guy trying to figure out the best way to slit his wrists
Some nights I thought of slowing down to see about trading tips
But instead I kept thinking of lines that help me through the night
Jon says it always rains in Scotland and he’s right
I miss that rain so fucking much right now
We spent this whole time hoping for something better
We spent this whole time praying for something better
We spent this whole time begging for something more than just a Punch right to
the gut
A razor blade right to the wrist
A kick right to the face
For each of the warning signs we missed
But even on the worst of days it made sense to me
Now I can’t see the sense in doing anything
And I used to see that sad, sad man with a broken guitar on every corner that I
turned
Now I barely see anyone
And I can’t help but miss everyone
And I barely see anyone
And I can’t help but miss everyone
And I barely see anyone
And I can’t help but miss everyone
Now I barely see anyone
And I can’t help but miss everyone