Glimmer

Can you give me my breath back on the cutting room floor?
I guess, it's a mess
I swear, it's something in the air, in the air

We shut the door in the face of our afflicted memories
Too late to accept your apologies
With my heart in my hand, it's always in demand
I'm jealous of what I've got
So, don't you know?
You're never gonna win this
Never gonna win this game
Keep holding on
To any shred, to any shred of hope

Each day is harder than the next
There's nothing left but this pounding in my chest
So keep holding on
So keep holding on

It's the afflicted memories
Too late to accept your apologies
With my heart in my hand, it's always in demand
I'm jealous of what I've got
So, don't you know?
You're never gonna win this
Never gonna win this game
Keep holding on
To any shred, to any shred of hope

Abdicate from your moral high ground
Medicate, medicate
Abdicate from your moral high ground
Medicate, medicate
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey

So don't you know?
You're never gonna win this
Never gonna win this game

So don't you know?
You're never gonna win this
Never gonna win this game

So don't you know?
You're never gonna win this game

So don't you know?
You're never gonna win this
Never gonna win this



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony James Palasio Marrufo Garcia, Douglas Knight Andreasen, Justin Thomas Murry, Seth Elliot Aguilera Lawrenson, Timothy Lee Aldama
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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