I can sleep maybe eight hours a day
Maybe six hours I’m wasted
And the rest of the day I’m fucking dying
I know it seems like I flaked out on you
Well, the truth of it is I flaked out on me too

We live in a haunted house that’s filled with our old lives
And everyone who’s ever died
We live in a haunted house that’s filled with our old lives
And everyone who’s ever died

I know it seems like I flaked out on you
Well, the truth of it is I flaked out on me too
That’s no excuse if you still want the truth
I’m not a bad friend
I’m just tired, and I’m different now
But I won’t make excuses
Tired and I’m different now
And I feel fucking useless

We rent an apartment that is filled with our own crimes
And everyone who’s ever died

I’m not surprised that you found a home in shallow graves
With everyone who’s ever died
I’m not surprised that you fell asleep and didn’t wake
Considering the choice I made
I’m not surprised that you found a home in shallow graves
With everyone who’s ever died
Sometimes I think I’m the only one who’s still alive

We live in a haunted house that’s filled with our old lives
And everyone who’s ever died
We rent an apartment that is filled with our own crimes
And everyone who’s ever died


Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11

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