it's bittersweet
when it finally all falls apart
drowning myself in whiskey
in this backseat of this stupid car
still hope you miss me, in a way
but you can't be my life support
and I no longer have a glass heart
Jul 6, 2022
Jul 6, 2022 at 3:51 PM UTC
it's bittersweet
when it finally all falls apart
drowning myself in whiskey
in this backseat of this stupid car
still hope you miss me, in a way
but you can't be my life support
and I no longer have a glass heart
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