歌词
This song's for my fools with no patience
Strung out caught up in the duration
Tell a story why not
You could blow up my spot
That would really make it hot
And sighs sucked up into a vacuum
Your eyes as empty as the backrooms
We could find a spot
You could rot until we hit the bottom rock
Dream are shackled
I can't seem to
Escape from the things that mean to
Hurt my body
I can feel it
Maybe some more time will heal it
Written by: Juane Thompson
