Yes I keep trying to slip away,
Never found a place like yours,
Now im fearing simplicity.
These hands hurt
Been digging my own grave,
The whole worlds draining me.
Yes I keep trying to slip away,
Never feared my own breath like this,
The worlds crushing my chest.
If I sold all my paintings would you run with me?
If I sold my world would you help me find whats next?
Yes I keep trying to slip away,
But this place is hard on my heart,
My bloods almost tar...
The whole worlds crushing my chest.