She has the nerve to leave me stranded
Planned it. Prove it. Move with me
We have to bury every body
Hotel. Lobby. Close to 3
I could have made it home alone
I should have hung up the phone
I could have made it home alone
Could have been a savior
But gods don't settle down
The problem(!?) with impatience
It doesn't make a sound
She has the nerve to leave me plastered
Social. Stature. Disastery
Was a burning body
Hotel. Lobby. Close to 3
SELL IT!!!
Structures falling down
Sucked into the underground
No one knows the life we've found
Tempted. Warranting
All this senseless shit that seems to stick to me
Let's spread the seed