Slip Away

Days just seem to slip away
Like smoke between my fingers
Every move I make is another mistake
So still the feeling lingers

You won't find your number in my phone
You wont find a picture of you 'round my home

Do you really want the truth
I've cut apart the best and worst
Taken all that I don't use
And killed it with whatever works

Take another pill to keep the memories afar
Another night without sleep another vice to give up
Whether bright as a star or as black as tar
I'm a hair away from fucking up

From the gallows to the grave I'll never forgive you
Words don't change the things you do

Do you really want the truth
I've cut apart the best and worst
Taken all that I don't use
And killed it with whatever works

Do you really want the truth
I've cut apart the best and worst
Taken all that I don't use
And killed it with whatever works



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Mehta
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