Sad from Breaking by Cold Wrecks

She said you’re sad
I said you’re sad
And you’re spilling everything I don’t have to
She said to be alone for a year
She said that everyone will leave
If I don’t get it together

Like nothing
Like every fight I’ve ever heard
Like love
Like the lie that’s told and told again
Like last weeks of lives
The regrets that already bore me
Every door that leads to better or for worse
Like walls, the structural façade
Like the waiting, always waiting for the next big thing to come
Like the risk I always take
And I am told to take no risks
And if that’s the way I live my life I’ll just end up like this
Making midnight calls and offerings and breathless arguments
The venom that I can produce
The holes I wear in all my shoes

And I know we does this to ourselves
And I know how we all wind up
I know that we’re all worse for wondering
The work our own hands can produce
The better side of all bad news

• Punk
• emo
• indie
• orgcore
• pop punk
• post-punk
• New York