4th Street

Bloated bottles can't take me
It's too gray
Too gray
It's okay

Die frozen
Die frozen
Die frozen

Maybe I see
Sirens floating
Maybe I see
Island chosen

Oh, my heart's cold
I'm hungry
Stuck a landing
In my leg

Oh, but it's so funny
Give me your fucking bag
Give me your fucking bag

Say that you
Care about me
Pretend my meeting pumping ten
Stay healthy
Stay healthy

Silence
Contracts, painted
Summer's eve, safe with me
I'm here
I'm real

It's okay
It's okay

Silence
Silence is bittersweet
Silence
Silence is bittersweet

Outside spit on, makes me scorn

Silence
Take of carrying me

I can't feel my hands
I can't feel my hands
I can't feel my hands
No, I can't feel my hands

I can't feel my hands
I can't feel my hands



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Perdomo
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