In the beginning it was worth this,
Do the worst to feel complete, passing standards others meet (what we do best) now perfect endings make you anxious, heavy head a colder sweat leaving nothing here, nothing to regret
Why am I still suffocating? constantly devestated just to stay alive
I miss the old days that we murdered, they're so far gone, out of reach,
Plead my case to empty streets (well it goes like this) without a break from this distraction, I need a change a different scene, a new approach on coming clean
Still all these nights we own are priceless, can't find the worth in moments spent, and we can't buy the praise cause everyone collects
Still seraching for a back door out of here, reassured that old friends will reappear, why am I still suffocating? just hold your breathe deep and I'll keep waiting.
