Lyrics

I'm worried about all the words that left your mouth I know that things are going south It's all my fault and I know how to finally shut my demons out Colored grey with shades of doubt A blurry line that leaves you out of focus Still in trouble Call it crime and make it double Because we are finding out the things that make us who we are Anxieties and deep depression A random bruise A couple scars The mark from back when I was young I see it burning on your tongue A deep desire to let it out So tell me, tell me Say it loud I can't think straight Can I get out of my head? I can't relate to anything that you said There is no way I'm getting out of this alive I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it I'm worried about all the things you said to me The back and forth I can't believe that we have done this for so long Why do I feel I'm always wrong? There must be something that always makes me feel like nothing A slight imbalance to throw me off I've got my back against the wall! We are finding out the things that leave us wanting more When the day is finally over and it's time to settle scores The mark from back when I was young I see it burning on your tongue A deep desire to let it out So tell me, tell me Say it loud I can't think straight Can I get out of my head? I can't relate to anything that you said There is no way I'm getting out of this alive I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it Woah, woah, woah I can't think straight Can I get out of my head? I can't relate to anything that you said There is no way I'm getting out of this alive (I don't wanna hear it) I can't think straight Can I get out of my head? I can't relate to anything that you said There is no way I'm getting out of this alive I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it
Writer(s): Gabe Santiago, Marc Cortes, Sean Connors Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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