Blight
I bite my nails
Down to the bone
I hold my breath
Until my face turns purple
I sink my teeth
Into my cheeks
Til the taste of blood
Seeps through my gums
And if you leave
I swear I'll follow
I'll pull up stakes
On this home of sorrow
I swear to you
Til my final breath
I'll hold onto you
Until theres nothing left
You've become a part of me
I keep inside so no one else can see
I don't care about what others say
I'll hold onto you until my dying day
I'm up all night
But I can't leave my bed
I'm running races
In my own head
I'll let it go when I'm good and goddamn ready
I'll let it go when I'm good and goddamn ready
Fuck
I'm getting older
But I'm not getting better
Can't catch a break
From this stormy weather
Can't really say
That it's not who I wanna be
I've gotten used to
The sickness inside of me
I'm getting older
But I'm not getting better
Can't catch a break
From this stormy weather
Can't really say
That it's not who I wanna be
I've gotten used to
The sickness inside of me
I'm getting older
But I'm not getting better
Can't catch a break
From this stormy weather
Can't really say
That it's not what I wanna be
I've gotten used to
The sickness inside of me
Down to the bone
I hold my breath
Until my face turns purple
I sink my teeth
Into my cheeks
Til the taste of blood
Seeps through my gums
And if you leave
I swear I'll follow
I'll pull up stakes
On this home of sorrow
I swear to you
Til my final breath
I'll hold onto you
Until theres nothing left
You've become a part of me
I keep inside so no one else can see
I don't care about what others say
I'll hold onto you until my dying day
I'm up all night
But I can't leave my bed
I'm running races
In my own head
I'll let it go when I'm good and goddamn ready
I'll let it go when I'm good and goddamn ready
Fuck
I'm getting older
But I'm not getting better
Can't catch a break
From this stormy weather
Can't really say
That it's not who I wanna be
I've gotten used to
The sickness inside of me
I'm getting older
But I'm not getting better
Can't catch a break
From this stormy weather
Can't really say
That it's not who I wanna be
I've gotten used to
The sickness inside of me
I'm getting older
But I'm not getting better
Can't catch a break
From this stormy weather
Can't really say
That it's not what I wanna be
I've gotten used to
The sickness inside of me
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