Tiny Words
Tell them all the times you fucked like you were dying
Kill him at his core, he said that you were lying
Dripping in your own blood cause it kind of felt right
At least it felt right
At least it felt
All the tiny words remind you of December
Just before the times you don't really remember
All the work you did to make it all dismember
Pieces of a brain you taught to hold a temper
Pieces of a brain you taught to hold a temper
Don't really remember, don't really remember
Prove it all, you're slowly getting better
Don't wake up, you're already sober
Drive away, you know it ends in sabotage
Careful now, they know it's just your camouflage
You should probably run
You should probably run
Drop it all and run
Drop the gun
Drop the gun
Tell them all the times you fucked like you were dying
Kill him at his core, he said that you were lying
Dripping in your own blood cause it kind of felt right
At least it felt right
At least it felt
All the tiny words remind you of December
Just before the times you don't really remember
All the work you did to make it all dismember
Pieces of a brain you taught to hold a temper
Drop the gun
Drop the gun
Kill him at his core, he said that you were lying
Dripping in your own blood cause it kind of felt right
At least it felt right
At least it felt
All the tiny words remind you of December
Just before the times you don't really remember
All the work you did to make it all dismember
Pieces of a brain you taught to hold a temper
Pieces of a brain you taught to hold a temper
Don't really remember, don't really remember
Prove it all, you're slowly getting better
Don't wake up, you're already sober
Drive away, you know it ends in sabotage
Careful now, they know it's just your camouflage
You should probably run
You should probably run
Drop it all and run
Drop the gun
Drop the gun
Tell them all the times you fucked like you were dying
Kill him at his core, he said that you were lying
Dripping in your own blood cause it kind of felt right
At least it felt right
At least it felt
All the tiny words remind you of December
Just before the times you don't really remember
All the work you did to make it all dismember
Pieces of a brain you taught to hold a temper
Drop the gun
Drop the gun
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Writer(s): Ky Vöss
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