Breathe for me while I sleep. Hold me near. Feel my fear.
Realize your eyes are lying. Realize your eyes are lying.
Realize your eyes are lying. Realize your eyes.
She. She’s running out of time. Me. I’m running out of wine.
She. She’s running out of time And God just might drop her.
Breathe for me while I sleep. Hold me near. Feel my fear.
I smoke cigarettes and she likes it. She don’t know I think she’s crazy. I just smile and say “oh you’re lovely”. She can’t see her mind has left me.
In this world we walk the roofs of hell watching clouds and wishing things were well. Pretty girl, awake from your dream state. Your ego broke, your mind’s the yoke of a crushed blue robbin’s egg.
She. She’s running out of time. Me. I’m running out of wine.
She. She’s running out of time And God just might drop her.
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