Midnight Sounds

Pick your vices kid
They're gonna kill you
Pick your vices kid
They're gonna kill us

Yeah

Don't forget to put your heart on your sleeve
Cause no one will give a fuck
Just be that martyr

You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know

Fall in love with that drink and you'll never feel again
Fall in love with the drink and you'll never feel
Fall in love with the drink and you'll never feel
Anything at all

Let's get numb

Take a look at that face
It's only something a mother could love
On the best of days
On the best of days
Sometimes the surgeries
Don't go so smooth

Yeah

And don't forget to put your heart on your sleeve
Cause no one will give a fuck
Just be that martyr

You don't know
You don't know...

Run from the sounds
Run from midnight
Run from the sound

Just get out while you still stand a fucking chance
Just get out while there's still a little fucking romance
Just get out while you still stand a fucking chance
Just get out while there's still a little fucking
Romance



Credits
Writer(s): Trauma Lanes
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