Well tonight I’ll waste more of your time
And wash this vyvanse down with blood-red wine
‘Til I come loose at every seam
And confess more than I really need
More than I need
Turn the page, turn the page
I can’t relive the shame
Every vivid memory will cut like razor blades
Yesterday’s tucked away
Some things never change
Your candle lost its flame again
And I can’t help but rot away
Well I don’t think this chest cavity
Is big enough to keep in my heartbeat
Or slow down the nightly race between
My liver and lungs failing
My lungs fail me
What can I say?
This too will die