your ego-depths
the believing---
I can't sleep
staring at the steps to you folks beach
and you wont speak
to me unless you know that I talk cheap
and I give, in
covered in clothes, covered in stains
you, grow up
look at my eyes, the cuts on my face
I am nothing, (in) the physical sense
that's what all your best friends said
your punk ass friends,
and their scheming
your sunday best
resin on the shirt that you got pressed
your lungs collapse
or something like the feeling of young death
and you wait, just wait.
covered in clothes, covered in stains
you, grow up
look at my eyes, the cuts on my face
I am nothing, (in) the physical sense
that's what all your best friends said
the face you make
it's the same thing
I know the way
that you're sinking
hope you're not afraid of the rain
like you used to,
hope you're not afraid of me
hope you like the taste of the sand
and the soundscapes
hope you really needed a friend,
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