I wanna hear it, those precious f*****g words,
those compelling beautiful songs that grab a hold and never let go.
I need to know what makes you f*****g tick
if it’s you or days lived by those who are already f*****g dead.
Destroy your self for me please let me know there’s something
that lives beyond your record collection.
Maybe I live entirely for this feeling
of waking up expecting it to all fall apart.
You wouldn’t know some words are worth more than plastic smiles
That I can never produce
I thrive for heartbreak thrive for the let downs.
And I only relate to the ones who know
how to live there life on there sleeves.
Expressing ourselves for a chance to lose it all
and we are the ones who have nothing.
