I Think I Might Die

I said "hush don't worry, I'll be just fine"
It seems like way too long since I put up a fight
I've lost my money, I think I might die
I spent it all on having drinks and getting high

Red lips, blue eyes
My hands on your thigh
And we will never be the same

We will never be the same
We will never be the same

I miss these streets and the stories they tell
She lost her dad when she was only 12
She dropped her money but she doesn't care
She was only 16 with a pocket full of air

Red lips, blue eyes
Your head on my chest
And she will always feel the same

We will never be the same
We will never be the same
We will never be the same
We will never be the same

I need to go
I'm not gonna lie
I've been running out of money
And it's not alright
I need to leave
It's kinda sad
It's draining me
And it's leaving me dry
And it's leaving me dry
And it's leaving me dry
And it's leaving me dry

We will never be the same
We will never be the same
We will never be the same
We will never be the same



Credits
Writer(s): Jacques Hete
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