Sands Cream

The truth is I hate my own guts, so you won't have to.
So much so that i can't recognize love.
Or the lack of it.
I packed this suit case a thousand time, said aloud I'll never look back.
but end up sitting on my bed, just staring at it.
I've cryed alone more times than i'd like to admit.
But I've been to proud to tell you.
I'm losing it.
Anxiety ridden, guilt stricken.
The weight of things, It's setting in.
It's like an awful movie i've seen a hundred times.
I know the end.
I know the end.
Everything falls apart, but i'm colecting the pieces.
Everything falls apart, but i'm collecting the pieces.
Everything falls apart, but i'm collecting the pieces.
I found a little bit of hope, shoved between the seats in the back of a van and I'm content with not knowing, exactly where i am.
I've seen hell, it's a worn out reclining chair.
And I've dreamt of heaven, it's any where but here.
Anxiety ridden, guilt stricken.
The weight of things, It's setting in.
It's like an awful movie i've seen a hundred times.
I know the end.
I know the end.
Everything falls apart, but i'm collecting the pieces.
Everything falls apart, but i'm collecting the pieces.
Anxiety ridden, guilt stricken.
The weight of things, It's setting in.
It's like an awful movie i've seen a hundred times.
I know the end.
I know the end.
Everything falls apart, but i'm colecting the pieces.
Everything falls apart, but i'm collecting the pieces.



Credits
Writer(s): Mary Halvorson, Stephan Crump
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