Westin House

Shattered glass across the warm cement
Now relics of a past attempt
To try and end the trend of self-destruction
Now I've made a mess I can't clean up
The pieces all but turned to dust
And sweeping under rugs can't be an option

And it's hard to keep my big mouth shut
But the drugs don't make me talk as much
So I scream a cry for help that makes no sound

I'm going away, from everything and everyone
But the last thing that I want
Is for you to keep hanging on
So just let go
And that side of me you'll never know, I'll finally show
What's it's like to have my mind
Stuck on thinking of that night I can't take back

I'm not enough, you've given up
And now I'm left alone
(Picking up the pieces)
You said you'd call
(I thought that you were sleeping)
I took the fall
(I guess it was the right thing)
I want it all
(You only gave me nothing)
You wanna talk
(But now I'm fucking angry)

It's hard to keep my big mouth shut
But the drugs don't make me talk as much
So I scream a cry for help that makes no sound

I'm going away, from everything and everyone
But the last thing that I want
Is for you to keep hanging on
So just let go
And that side of me you'll never know, I'll finally show
What's it's like to have my mind
Stuck on thinking of that night I can't take back

And I'm going away, from everything and everyone
But the last thing that I want
Is for you to keep hanging on
So just let go
And that side of me you'll never know, I'll finally sho
What's it's like to have my mind
Stuck on thinking of that night



Credits
Writer(s): Dominick Conforte, Josh Latham, Jp Brown, Raymond Boudreaux
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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