Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song cloak tattered , by - Tropes. Release date: 20.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
cloak tattered |
| At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed out of respect for |
| the dead |
| The rest has been told exactly as it occurred |
| Cloak tattered, but it’ll never even matter |
| Grippin' on the bedside, wantin' something better |
| Go get her, I see you staring at a letter |
| Haven’t cried yet, but never say never |
| Inside a room of broken doors so |
| Bind th ring and take my torso |
| Took it out for less or more though |
| Filming m, but what’s it for though? |
| The less you know the better, yeah, it’s whatever |
| It’s always gonna upset her, I put it all together |
| Pull it down forever, I’m the worst one ever |
| So I’m charring the embers |
| Do you think you’re clever or something? |
| Better than nothing? |
| There’s only one thing that I could say to you |
| Saying some dumb things, I’m tryna feel something |
| Setting a marker to ruin my day to you |
| Woah, half of 'em will leave you for a Joe damn Schmoe |
| I’m broke 'cause I sell too goddamn low |
| Or too high, at this point, I don’t know |
| A new die, but the same old roll |
| You can’t teach an old dog new tricks |
| But a brand new seat makes a new sit |
| But I can’t talk now, I’m a nuisance |
| I’m a bricked system, so useless |
| Woah, half of 'em will leave you for a Joe damn Schmoe |
| I’m broke 'cause I sell too goddamn low |
| Or too high, at this point, I don’t know |
| A new die, but the same old roll |
| You live fast, skin that’s not mine |
| Just need one more kill, I got hardline |
| Three strikes, I’m out, I won’t lie |
| Love don’t fit in, livin' all my time |
| Stumblin' up in a dirty pond |
| Now I’m thinkin' about what I want |
| If you let me, you could be my prop |
| Temporary that you’re not my problem |
| Hundred bodies all over mine |
| Watch your man fade out of my timeline |
| You know I’m livin' my life |
| the highlights |
| I bought a gun, I shoot it from the highrise |
| He won’t ever see the sky again |
| I don’t ever wanna be your friend |
| Took a while, turnin' boys to men |
| Cloak tattered, but it’ll never even matter |
| Grippin' on the bedside, wantin' something better |
| Go get her, I see you staring at a letter |
| Haven’t cried yet, but never say never |
| Inside a room of broken doors so |
| Bind the ring and take my torso |
| Took it out for less or more though |
| Filming me, but what’s it for though? |