I heard a song today
In my eyes i saw your face
I got to get out of this place
Cause honey your just not my pace
I'm so tired of wasting time and its been so fucking long
I'll keep dying and pulling hair out while i write you a song
Cause you know I'm not better
And i still look at your letter
And it makes me smile to think that your gone
I'm glad your gone but you left a trace
You even have your own taste
I got to get out of this place
Cause honey your just not my pace
I'm so tired of wasting time and its been so fucking long
I'll keep dying and pulling hair out while i write you a song
Cause you know I'm not better
And i still look at your letter
And it makes me smile to think that your gone