Look into empty eyes, all i see is a ghost
when you think you're safe
is when you need me the most.
stumble through the parking lot,
keep pretending you're something you're not

there's more dignity passed out in backseats
miles away from making ends meet
deep talks with bottles and safety pins
the last two of your only friends

it's no surprise how you walk around

keep eye contact locked with the ground
downhill fast it's harder to stop
i hope you fall dead, choke on your last drop

there's more dignity passed out in backseats
miles away from making ends meet
deep talks with bottles and safety pins
the last two of your only friends
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