blood

I've been sinking in a slow sand, trying to fill myself up
Now it's the end, it's my drink tab in the last act
My guilt in your cup pouring on my head
A parched, dry death run down my neck

No longer convinced that I know that much
About much at all
The sky is much taller than I ever thought

Make it in one piece, could I ever
With all the awful things I bring?
They're coursing through me
Just out of reach, blood I might drink
And it with it the innocence to sleep
Without even dreaming

I've been running as fast and as far as I can
To escape your grasp
Fear, like claws, wrap around my neck
And crane my head to see my debt

Make it in one piece, could I ever
With all the awful things I bring?
They're coursing through me
Just out of reach, blood I might drink
And it with it the innocence to sleep
Without even dreaming

I've forgotten it all by now
I should have written it down
When you said, "remember, remember
These things never slow down"



Credits
Writer(s): Max Whittaker
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