Turn all your pockets inside out
Confess your love to the concrete now
All the bitter hearts set to explode
our ringing ears never hear a sound
I'll draw a map completely composed
of basement bars and bottles of booze
oh life will surely sing me into remission

tired eyes
bought and sold
cut them down in cold calculation
all the rotten cries
and caskets full
of dead friendships you know!

let your head rattle right off the coast
scattered at sea till the day you drown
let it all spill out onto the floor
swept away when the waves crash down
someday I'll make it back to the shore
laugh at the awkward looks and what's more...
we've got these stories inked in our skin forever more

tired eyes
bought and sold
cut them down in cold calculation
all the rotten cries
and caskets full
of dead friendships you know!

tired eyes
bought and sold
cut them down in cold calculation
all the rotten cries
and caskets full
all the rotten cries
and caskets full
of dead friendships you know!


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