He said
I’m sick
I’m so tired
Of this sh**
Every night I’m fighting for my life
A k**ian’s
A fresh smoke
I saw the graveyards in his throat
He said all my dreams burn and fall like paper planes
Don’t quit
Don’t go
I’ve got your back Frankie
I think you know
We all fill our hearts with hopeful bombs
This one’s for you Frankie...
And your big broken heart
Your big broken
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
Now!
Thin arms
Tattoos
He said "I lost the plot
What could I do?"
The light just seemed to fall just right from his eyes
Then he said
My heart’s broke
I knew he meant it then
The way he spoke
The next day he sold me his rig for 60 bucks
He looked so gone and hollow but he still wished me luck
This one’s for you Frankie...
And your big broken heart
Your big broken heart
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
Now!
Oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh
Oh oh oh
Oh