Let me tell you why the weak dig holes
When I run I may just trip and fall
Gallow waiting for the neck to hold
No more Tinder for the ones I know
If it matters chances aren't high
Wished tomorrow was the day we die
Holding hands with girls once I loved
Don't look at me as decor in the hall
Streets no longer seem to be that short
I'm waiting hours outside your door
Proving time just has driven me old
I'd be romantic but I'm a toxic dog
You open slowly waiting for a charm
And look steady while the cars go by
Close the door and I'll just walk away
My presence here's for no one to care
Let me tell you why the weak dig holes
I'm waiting hours outside your door
You open slowly waiting for a charm
Wished tomorrow was the day we die