He’s writing himself to hell
With empty words that he can’t tell anyone one
When does darkness start to look like his friend? (Let a bullet clear my head)
And he’s scared of the sun
Weigh him down with everything he isn't
And only feel sorry when he
Takes what he feels is all that’s left of himself
So he’ll sail himself away
Only to find a better place
For his head that is now filled with regret
For loving so easily someone that broke him simply.
Ribcages are so worthless
When our hearts still get broken
So take my spine, I said, “I’ll be fine
Who needs a spine when they’ve lost their mind?”
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017
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