12 Fractures (feat. chloe moriondo)

Tell me, if I were to smile now In the dead of the dark, would it even exist Or is it hard to tell You treat me like a cheap motel sometimes But nevertheless, I was prepared to die For that thing in your chest Fuck your money I fantasize about those nights you held me down And sewed your lips to mine Now I miss that pain sometimes In this so-called life There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes We emptied our wrists on the dotted line Now I stay on my side of the city A refugee, no MTV Oh well, thank God for THC Now I miss that pain sometimes In this so-called life There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes Now I miss that pain sometimes In this so-called life There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes Am I the taste that you watered down Or am I the dust on your candy You washed me off, then spit me out Once I lost taste inside your mouth