Lyrics

The chalk runs down my skin It makes me so sick The numbers fall down 'til the end It's too quick Board it up you got away Today Burn the box and all that's left Well they say Get out save me Won't you believe me Drag down your dearest Have they gone it's your guess (It's your guess) You're better off without me (Without me) You're saving face to save me (To save me) I'm sick of all the naming (The naming) You say it now but you fake it Get out save me Won't you believe me Drag down your dearest Have they gone it's your guess Get out save me (Won't you believe me) Drag down your dearest Have they gone it's your guess (It's your guess)
Writer(s): Aaron Black, Jake Reid, Oliver Bowles, Roberto Martinez-cowles, Tom Davies Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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