And how back luck is my favorite game
And how I'm better off with stolen smiles
It's okay, you're to blame and I'm on fire next to you
And every time you open your mouth
My throat gets dry and everyone goes numb
I'm just waiting for a face that I can call home
A place to replace birthdays with new days
Where no one gets born
And these are my friends, some pockets full of notes
With secrets that could make a bad man worse

Lyrics submitted by A Shoelace

Viva Hate Pt. 1 song meanings
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