It feels like a gaslight
It feels like total lie
Thinking how you used to try
Now it's like pulling teeth from a dead guy
Remind me of who we were before catastrophe struck
Before I'd rather get drunk
Before I end up in love
Falling for photographs and midnights rosy with laughs
Unlike ones we now have
With animosity on their behalf
You can continue convincing me you're done now
But you'll call every other night 'cause you need me around
And I know how much you really hate how it sounds
You hate how that sounds
Or maybe I'm a fool who hates how it sounds
Maybe I'm just the fool who hates the truth now and how it sounds
It feels like a gaslight
It feels like total lie
Thinking how you used to try
Now it's like pulling teeth from someone who just died
Pulling teeth
Remind me of who we were before catastrophe struck
Before I'd rather get drunk
Before I end up in love
Falling for photographs and midnights rosy with laughs
Unlike ones we now have
With animosity on their behalf
Remind me of who we were before catastrophe struck
Before I'd rather give up
Before I get too fucked
Falling for photographs and midnights rosy with laughs
Unlike ones we now have
With animosity
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
