Bruises

[00:00.04] I see the edge and I'm getting closer
[00:19.38] The stitches aren't holding the seams
[00:21.34] I'm hitting bottom but sinking further
[00:22.78] White picket death machines
[00:23.54] I'm done feeling sorry
[00:25.54] Headed south on a broken wing
[00:30.29] This shoulder's getting colder
[00:31.49] Broken bottles and broken dreams
[00:32.65] Can't wake up from this nightmare
[00:33.65] This guilt is killing me
[00:35.11] What's to become of us?
[00:37.53] What's to become of me?
[00:44.36] Light a match and walk away.
[00:46.45] There's nothing left here so why stay?
[00:48.75] This place is dead to me
[00:49.90] Life lived how could we stop it
[00:52.16] Love lost on empty pockets
[00:53.30] Pointing fingers in the wrong way
[00:59.39] Captivated by the thought of sinking in
[01:03.66] Eyes hung from hollow sockets
[01:05.58] Bloodshot and out of solace
[01:07.27] Keep calm and carry on
[01:11.62] Pretend there's nothing wrong
[01:12.62] Let's keep this clandestine
[01:13.38] I know just what we need
[01:15.36] Pack up these memories with a full frontal lobotomy
[01:21.44] It's not what you knew it's what you can prove
[01:25.16] I walk these streets with the diseased
[01:28.71] The ghosts of who we are; the ones we'll never be
[01:34.06] I wear these scars like antiseptic for my heart
[01:38.38] These bruises will lose color
[01:39.86] They're not who you are
[01:40.45] Can't wake up from this nightmare
[01:42.93] This guilt is killing me
[01:50.54] What's to become of us?
[01:52.20] What's to become of me?
[02:00.38] Light a match and walk away
[02:03.34] There's nothing left here so why stay?
[02:05.59] This place is dead to me
[02:07.23] I walk these streets with the diseased
[02:11.38] The ghosts of who we are; the ones we'll never be
[02:16.31] I wear these scars like antiseptic for my heart
[02:39.86] These bruises will lose color
[02:41.65] They're not who you are
[02:43.86] We felt the bottom drop as we stood and watched
[02:49.92] View from a window looking straight across
[02:52.15] Static silence drowning out the noise
[02:53.13] This is the eulogy
[02:54.32] We had a little hope 'till it was lost
[03:00.34] Life lived, love lost on a boulevard
[03:01.90] Yes this is the eulogy of your friends and family
[03:03.50] I walk these streets with the diseased
[03:05.31] The ghosts of who we are; the ones we'll never be
[03:11.52] I wear these scars like antiseptic for my heart
[03:15.23] These bruises will lose color
[03:18.09] They're not who you are
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