Down

I can still hear myself being carried away by an ambulance
I can still hear you say to me that you don't love me anymore
I can still taste the black, it coats my throat, soaks my tears,
Pray now, pray now
The man next door is screaming
'Cause he don't know his brain no more

I can still feel the war that is brewing around the dinner meal
All my friends, they're infused with an ego as big as an "artist deal"
Oh I could get all wrapped up and point my fingers
Point them, point them to everyone who'd ever know
But they will never know that I feel like I'm lost forevermore



Credits
Writer(s): Jordy Saamena, Madi Walsh
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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