Memorial Field

It was quiet
While we walked through Kingston
Hand in hand
The streetlights led us to where you lived
We were alone (we were alone)
And all you could say was
"All good things must come to an end"
You said

The words in my mouth
Were more alive than I was
I guess I don't belong here
I guess I don't belong

Why not tie a noose around my neck?
I'm sure it'd be much more subtle than everything that you said
I've played your games too many times
And I've grown tired
Yeah, I'm tired

So deal with it
Can't sleep, can't think tonight
I'm stuck, I'm stuck
I can't get out of this
I can't get out of this



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Thomas Moran, Edward Basil Russin, James Edward Rhoden, Benjamin Gregory Russin
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