Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Joseph Khan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chromatic Cream
Producer
Testi
You've been gone 6 months
Our friends anxiously wait
You return as quickly as you left
Stupidly I think you'll stay
No one knows how hard you hug me when you do
You charm my anger into confusion and I'm subdued
Snow came dancing down
This full circle town
Cinematic now
Rode in with no sound
Traffic lights burnt out
Cinematic now
Tears like cryogen
I don't wanna cry again
What's the antidote for sadness?
Locked up in my room
Everyone celebrates you
Parties I'm not invited to
We fade
Like tears washed in rain
Pack the dirt on our grave
Before you pack your bags
We fade
Like tears washed in rain
Blue coats worn like chipped paint
Pointed fingers turned blades
Eh 17x
Couldn't see the forest
While running through the trees
I thought I caught a glimpse of your eyes
And forgot how to breathe
I pretended I couldn't lift
A box you knew was empty
You held so tight, your knuckles white
Who did we think we were kidding?
Fell in the open arms of my family
While you had the warmth of her sanity
I would've had mine too if you didn't scar me
Everywhere we went is somewhere I can't be
I could move houses forever
I could try
But you'll live on inside my heart
Until my blood runs dry
Snow came dancing down
This full circle town
Cinematic now
Rode in with no sound
Traffic lights burnt out
Cinematic now
Tears like cryogen
I don't wanna cry again
What's the antidote for sadness?
Locked up in my room
Everyone celebrates you
Parties I'm not invited to
We fade
Like tears washed in rain
Pack the dirt on our grave
Before you pack your bags
We fade
Like tears washed in rain
Blue coats worn like chipped paint
Pointed fingers turned blades
Eh 17x
The gymnasium
Turned whispers to echoes
Guess I never really knew you though
Like a concert hall
Center stage was sorrow
It played on my face with an encore
We fade
Like tears washed in rain
Pack the dirt on our grave
Before you pack your bags
We fade
Like tears washed in rain
Blue coats worn like chipped paint
Pointed fingers turned blades
Writer(s): David Khan
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