Dead Letter

Cheers to waking up again
The sun beats heavy on my chest

Parched lips and soporific hours
There's comfort in boredom here
Everything is ambient noise
When you wanna disappear

I wanna disappear
I wanna disappear

My only sincere thoughts
Hide in insecure alcoves
Let's go through the motions
I'll keep you on your toes

Tonight, these plastic smiles
Fake a safety net
Your favorite simulation
With empty promises

Empty promise
Plastic smile

I had the best intentions
That doesn't make it right
I know there's nothing left here
So, lets fake it one more night

Your hands around my throat
Make sure you squeeze it tight
I had the best intentions
That doesn't make it right



Credits
Writer(s): Natasha Rogers
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