Throw paint on the wall
Let it just drip
Paint it
Black and red
I traded in
Eating
For lack of sleep
I'm sorry
I lost all connection
With my shadow
It use to hang off
The tips of my toes
I'm sorry


I couldn't give you
My best years
I became too infatuated
With my own misery

Your cheap aroma
Sticks to my clothes
Hanging on
You know
This has to
End
Our drunken nights
Brought us closer
Now
Your fibreglass claws
Cut through
Stained fingertips
We have to part
You kept the condensation in my lungs