Whisper sweet nothings while fate spits in my face
I’ve got a heathy body but my soul is out of place
nothing else you say could bring me down
and now you want me to come back around
Your friends condemn you cuz they know you’re wrong
the two faces in your mirror have been starin back for so long
pack up your bags for the matter laid at hand
and come settle down with me in my wasteland
Should i take you back, should i even try
should i think you made me the better guy
now i can’t lie, i don’t know why, that i cry
future plans lost down a stream of piss
and all the raw emotion that i can’t list
on stars i wish, i must insist, that i can’t stand this
abyss