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A Memory Now
I don't know what your issue is? The fact that I don't have a fuck to miss you with.
It's true, got alot of a mess, to stress out, sweep up with my chest out, dip through the pills to not feel you, put a gun to my head because that's the only way I'm going to kill you
The light flickers out to a memory that won't die. A memory now, but feels more like a rewind.
Ever second feels spilt, like every word worth saying wouldn't mean shit, spit a mouth full of blood out and get on with it. I lost and you win, I'll never do this shit again
