False tales lies of a washed up prom queen. I'm not forgiving you what happened between us, what can I give to save us Being righteous isn't quite enough.
False tales lies of a washed up prom queen. I'm not forgiving you what happened between us, what can I give to save us Being righteous isn't quite enough.
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False tales lies of a washed up prom queen. I'm not forgiving you what happened between us, what can I give to save us Being righteous isn't quite enough.
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Oh, why you tore me up? No, why everything’s dead inside Oh, you could’ve told me, at least I would’ve known No, you should’ve told me and carved it in my bones
Tear out my eyes to remove the gift of sight
Proves ever cursing still, the light can’t find us here Painted red my eyes are burning And still you hide behind the waves
Your silence is so haunting
Your words relentless, burying in My heart betrays me for a last first kiss goodbye Fall asleep and jar one eye
Spilling every lie you’ve spilled before
But I’m not forgiving you What happened between us, what can I give to save us Being righteous isn’t quite enough What happened between us, what can I give to save me
These oceans are far between our hearts (these oceans are) The breathing has got too hard
Scream with the voice of an angel
Lie in the name of the gospel Smile in the face of your victims, smile for me This is my last request to you Hold my breath I was clutching on to disaster Hold my breath