thank god for brollinger

The hell in my head

Is leaking out through the gaps of my crooked teeth

And I wish that I had

Some better skin, something to believe in

So what the hell am I supposed to do

When my organs burrow outwards

And fall right into you

Do I accept the fact that I'll always be fucking empty

A cavity you left me

I guess I'll sleep it off again

The lions on the beach, I don't see them anymore

They're gone like those summer nights we'd stay up past four

In the morning just to see the sun rise over our heads

(And at that moment, I realized that the brightest thing in my life

Would always be you)

One, two, three, four

You carved your home in me

An imprint on my tongue

The valleys between my words

Is a space you don't deserve

You carved your home in me

An imprint on my tongue

The valleys between my words

Is a space you don't deserve

But you'll always have

But you'll always have

But you will always have