The Waltz by Knife Hands

I guess what I’m trying to say
Is for so long it’s all been grey
Drew the blinds just like a crack house
I nailed up the exits
for fear of the walking dead
dead to me
Ghosts that I’ve inside my heads
walk and talk and order drinks
All while avoiding my eyes
what are you even doing here
It’s like my worst fear
to pretend I’m fine while I die inside
my face Betrays me every time
Every fucking time
Things are getting worse not better
What did you expect from me
been a while, how you’ve been?
Are you fucking serious?
Trying to breath
Through this hole in my chest
man, subtle like a shot gun
Sever ties with everyone
so I don’t have to see your face
Staring right through me
With the indifference
of somebody I used to know
Walk past these places that I used to know
now they’re so strange to me
like bodies grown cold
walk past these places that I used to know
and watch through these glass walls as it
happens again
while avoiding my eyes
what are you even doing here
it’s like my worst fear and my face
Betrays me every time
every fucking time
That I close My eyes
I’m back there
dropped on your front steps
With your arms around
I know I ket you down
You’ll be better off without me

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