A Synonym For Acquiesce
Empty fields move me so much more
Than rooms filled up with friends
The way the trees look dead reminds me
That there's more to life than living
Maybe giving up's not bad
But part of letting go of you
If I surrender to this feeling
Maybe all the aches and pains will go
And I can close my eyes
Never again to have them open
Until I bleed out all I've been
But I don't want to be alone no more
Take this razor, sign your name across my wrist
So everyone will know who left me like this
Empty fields move me so much more
Than rooms filled up with friends
The way the trees look dead reminds me
That there's more to life than living
Maybe giving up's not bad
But part of letting go of you
Take this razor, sign your name across my wrist
So everyone will know who left me like this
Sew me up, my scars run deep
A reminder not to forget the times that we've had
I'll never waste another second
I have wasted so much time
Take this razor, sign your name across my wrist
So everyone will know who left me like this
Sew me up, my scars run deep
A reminder not to forget the times that we've had
Than rooms filled up with friends
The way the trees look dead reminds me
That there's more to life than living
Maybe giving up's not bad
But part of letting go of you
If I surrender to this feeling
Maybe all the aches and pains will go
And I can close my eyes
Never again to have them open
Until I bleed out all I've been
But I don't want to be alone no more
Take this razor, sign your name across my wrist
So everyone will know who left me like this
Empty fields move me so much more
Than rooms filled up with friends
The way the trees look dead reminds me
That there's more to life than living
Maybe giving up's not bad
But part of letting go of you
Take this razor, sign your name across my wrist
So everyone will know who left me like this
Sew me up, my scars run deep
A reminder not to forget the times that we've had
I'll never waste another second
I have wasted so much time
Take this razor, sign your name across my wrist
So everyone will know who left me like this
Sew me up, my scars run deep
A reminder not to forget the times that we've had
Credits
Writer(s): Jack A O'shea, Anthony S Raneri, Andrew Robert Elderbaum, James Robert Mitchell
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