Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Melody Kiser
Songwriter
Texty
Long nights on the bathroom floor
Telling myself I need some more
No one likes a solemn bore
Watch you run out that door
Don't care if it's gin or wine
Need anything to pass the time
Never thought that this fate would be mine
Maybe Daddy was always right
My stomach cuts me like a knife
Clean the wound it will be alright
I've lost my will to fight
Night after night
Pickle me and call me empty
My lover now resents me
Not me but it's always with me
Drop your knife, oh
Cause the wound's been opened
I'm tired of dreamin'
And I'm tired of hopin' babe
If pain's the fare
Then here's the token
Don't mind me, cause my soul's broken
Chest burnin' like kerosene
Wanna sleep, but I can't breathe, oh
Trapped inside this horrid dream
Livin' dreams isn't what it seems
Dark nights after cheering crowds
Escape silence, it's too loud
Sometimes I just want out
Drop your knife, oh
Cause the wound's been opened
I'm tired of dreamin'
And I'm tired of hopin' babe
If pain's the fare
Then here's the token
Don't mind me, cause my soul's broken
My soul's broken
I'm broken
Writer(s): Melody Kiser
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