Die Slow

While you were dying I was being born,
while you were lying awake on the floor.
Your head in your hands and your records on,
over and over that same old song.

While you were drinking, I was sinking down low.
While you were drinking, I was thinking about being in love,
and how that now it's no longer enough.

Show me your mind with nothing to hide,
maybe worth living to keep our secrets alive.
I saw a man comfort a child, firing sirens on the 4th of July.

While you were drinking, I was sinking down low.
While you were drinking, I was thinking about being in love.

I can't watch you die slow.

Keep your records on.
Keep your records on.

Your head in the clouds and you're already gone.

Keep your records on.



Credits
Writer(s): Armante Ramon Terry
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