I know even so
Even after all my
Level-headed lullabies
Tame crawl
Curtain call
Going mad is underrated
Slated for the city line
Turn back
Make a stack
Leave it at the Woodford limits
Sound asleep you're doing fine
I can't get over all that I put myself through in the first place
Dead comfort weight
Are you the Boulder?
Is there a hill I can roll you with no shame?
Full smoke hanging high
Oh, to be a satellite
Spin out on the other side
Pull close, planet shows
It's already decomposing
Say there is another way
I'll clutch your frame
All the same
Hold you in a burning landscape
Sink into a better phrase
I can't get over all that I put myself through in the first place
Dead comfort weight
Are you the Boulder?
Is there a hill I can roll you with no shame?
