The blood seeps from my lips, the beach house full of it.
Got mold growing all through my skin, love is suicide.
Oh what is right?
Now you thought that it would feel all warming just to kill.
The beach house full of it, mold grows on my skin.
Ever need to.
Lips are frayed tie me down,
Needle to me skin would you tie me down.
Overdose, meth inside the creases back for the weakness.
Addiction overflows drugs in my nose blood leaks from my...
Do I hear an angel grasping at my... one last shot.
Overdosing hurt me more. Eyes are heavy eyes are heavy.