Melancholy Morbid

Maybe I'm too old to believe
Days growing longer now, it seems
Deadbeat policies don't work

Told me I'm too old to believe
Carve my name in solid stone
Can't help but think this chance is blown, and I sink

Now was it me, or was it you?
A cemetery, hold the stones
Lotion in a little basket

Lenient leads to broken glass
These little lies that he made you buy
Now it starts again, you know?

Was it you?
You
Was it you?
Was it you?

All broken promises
Can't believe that they shut you down
No one will take complaints
None knows what's going on

Was it you?
You
Was it you?
Was it you?



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