fast food bags full of cum rags
im not breathing right lately
and im not made of bricks
winter never really ends and
my eyes are always wet
speaking isnt the same as loving
and im running miles on empty
my mouth tastes like rot and
i feel rightfully filthy
and im not made of bricks
winter never really ends and
my eyes are always wet
speaking isnt the same as loving
and im running miles on empty
my mouth tastes like rot and
i feel rightfully filthy