One of the things about it
Drowned out by the moral baseline
Feel it in your skull
Tearing through your sad line
Embarrassing
Someone will notice
Your boat will sink
Your plane will tip to the side
No one will cry
When they pick up the pieces
On your mind
That you hardly used
Pissed up awake
I can see
Don't even try
Will you hear
There will be consequences
Stay up
Stay awake
I'm thinking about that one time
The suffering that will never fade
The horrible repercussions
The memory stays but the marker fades
It could be seen as your fault
Your heart bleeding on me
Whilst I dream of some good days
Bad days waiting there for morning
How could I explain a thing
That you drew on my face?
How could I explain a thing
That you drew on my face?
That you drew on my face?