Bandaids
I don't exist in the real world
What is life like on the dry earth
If I rip it off I'll know what it looks like
So cover it up I'll never be too high
The heavens above
I don't exist in the real world
Addicted to bandaids to cover my cuts
I can't stand to look at what's eating me up
When I try to clean what has poisoned my blood
I always end up bleeding through
I always end up bleeding through
Come down I'm back to my old ways
Oh well tomorrow's a new day
If I rip it off I'll know what it feels like
To fall out of love I've never been so high
The heavens above
I don't exist in the real world
Addicted to bandaids to cover my cuts
I can't stand to look at what's eating me up
When I try to clean what has poisoned my blood
I always end up bleeding through
I always end up bleeding through
(I always end up bleeding through)
Addicted to bandaids to cover my cuts
I can't stand to look at what's eating me up
When I try to clean what has poisoned my blood
I always end up bleeding
Addicted to bandaids to cover my cuts
I can't stand to look at what's eating me up
When I try to clean what has poisoned my blood
I always end up bleeding through
I always end up bleeding through
I don't exist in the real world
(I always end up bleeding through)
I don't exist in the real world
(I always end up bleeding through)
What is life like on the dry earth
If I rip it off I'll know what it looks like
So cover it up I'll never be too high
The heavens above
I don't exist in the real world
Addicted to bandaids to cover my cuts
I can't stand to look at what's eating me up
When I try to clean what has poisoned my blood
I always end up bleeding through
I always end up bleeding through
Come down I'm back to my old ways
Oh well tomorrow's a new day
If I rip it off I'll know what it feels like
To fall out of love I've never been so high
The heavens above
I don't exist in the real world
Addicted to bandaids to cover my cuts
I can't stand to look at what's eating me up
When I try to clean what has poisoned my blood
I always end up bleeding through
I always end up bleeding through
(I always end up bleeding through)
Addicted to bandaids to cover my cuts
I can't stand to look at what's eating me up
When I try to clean what has poisoned my blood
I always end up bleeding
Addicted to bandaids to cover my cuts
I can't stand to look at what's eating me up
When I try to clean what has poisoned my blood
I always end up bleeding through
I always end up bleeding through
I don't exist in the real world
(I always end up bleeding through)
I don't exist in the real world
(I always end up bleeding through)
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Peter Quartermain, Edwin White, Mitchell Santiago Ballardin
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