Spooling out again.
Bleach my soul until it's clean.
Black out till I'm blue.
Suffering the sweet,
tongue the sore until it heals,
worry for a salve,
Anything for you,
I just can't keep swallowing,
can't keep swallowing.
Heartbreak clamping down,
never wanted you to know,
never letting go.
My teardrops were right.
The nightmare had to be true,
for it to be mine.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
Spooling out again.
Bleach my soul until it's clean.
Black out till I'm blue.
Suffering the sweet,
tongue the sore until it heals,
worry for a salve,
Anything for you,
I just can't keep swallowing,
can't keep swallowing.
Heartbreak clamping down,
never wanted you to know,
never letting go.
My teardrops were right.
The nightmare had to be true,
for it to be mine.
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