November 1

It's November 1st
And i feel the worst
Get out of my head
And if im not dead then you'll
Drop the fucking kife
Into my eyes
We've sealed our fate tonight

I'm sick of this game that we're playing
But it seems im the only one paying the price
But your pockets are lined
With the time i've wasted
Stay away
Oh stay away
From me

It's November 1st
And i feel the worst
Get out of my head
And if im not dead then you'll
Drop the fucking kife
Into my eyes
We've sealed our fate tonight

Beating
Breathing
Seething
Healing
Bleeding
Stealing
Kneeling
Feeling
Hopeless
Homeless
Souless
Boneless
Fearful
Tasteful
Painful
Not able
Running
Faster
Falling
Faster
Now

It's November 1st
And i feel the worst
Get out of my head
And if im not dead then you'll
Drop the fucking kife
Into my eyes
We've sealed our fate tonight

I'm sick of this game that we're playing
But it seems im the only one paying the price
But your pockets are lined
With the time i've wasted
Stay away
Oh stay away
From me



Credits
Writer(s): Barron Daly
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