I am sick of noise, I am sick of toys, I want more
Just like "I want the moon" there's got to be more than just comfort
Feels like we're knocking on all the wrong doors
Give me the gold
I am selling this city that once sold me hope and burning the cash
'Cause I've got no room for failure
And rainy days are found in the back of my throat
I'm losing again and nothing has ever felt better
Give up the chance and call us the poor man's sunsetters (upsetters)
But something or someone has been keeping me breathing
This time I'm gonna stay in bed with all my mistakes
And start to turn off my books and turn on my chest
I'll conquer this world with just my hands
Full of sheets and these eyes thick with sleep
So please, let me kill what I got

Lyrics submitted by A Shoelace

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