Xmas Box

I can count my soul mates on the fingers in my right hand
I'm just turning 18 and I think I can understand
Just how people feel, Just how people feel about each other

And I can count my fuck ups on the fingers in my left hand
Like the time with closed fists I said fuck you to my Dad
And we took out on the road, not knowing where to go
And I look up to the sky and I start to wonder why
We can't find a place to breathe

Hold a nail to a candle

It's the end of the fucking world
But I still love you James



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Wood
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