Blood on my thumb
Iron in mouth
These selfish hands
Need to shut their f*cking mouths
They'd let the sun
Keep him warm
In the snow outside
Behind my house
Sleepless mind
Empty eyes
Lay next to you
All God damn night
You've got a hold on the strings
That tug my heart
Pull them hard
Pull me apart
And I'm sick with anxiety
Making peace with my head
And I'm sick with anxiety
Making peace with my head
And this time
This time
You tell me, tell me I've already won
But I still feel like there's a fight going on
And I'm getting better while you're asleep
But there's still some thoughts that won't leave me alone
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'm seeing ghosts in the corner of the room
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'll still feel like I'm not good enough for you
I'm not good enough for you
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'm seeing ghosts in the corner of the room
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'll still feel like I'm not good enough for you
I'm not good enough for you
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Blood on my thumb
Iron in mouth
These selfish hands
Need to shut their f*cking mouths
They'd let the sun
Keep him warm
In the snow outside
Behind my house
Sleepless mind
Empty eyes
Lay next to you
All God damn night
You've got a hold on the strings
That tug my heart
Pull them hard
Pull me apart
And I'm sick with anxiety
Making peace with my head
And I'm sick with anxiety
Making peace with my head
And this time
This time
You tell me, tell me I've already won
But I still feel like there's a fight going on
And I'm getting better while you're asleep
But there's still some thoughts that won't leave me alone
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'm seeing ghosts in the corner of the room
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'll still feel like I'm not good enough for you
I'm not good enough for you
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'm seeing ghosts in the corner of the room
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'll still feel like I'm not good enough for you
I'm not good enough for you
Iron in mouth
These selfish hands
Need to shut their f*cking mouths
They'd let the sun
Keep him warm
In the snow outside
Behind my house
Sleepless mind
Empty eyes
Lay next to you
All God damn night
You've got a hold on the strings
That tug my heart
Pull them hard
Pull me apart
And I'm sick with anxiety
Making peace with my head
And I'm sick with anxiety
Making peace with my head
And this time
This time
You tell me, tell me I've already won
But I still feel like there's a fight going on
And I'm getting better while you're asleep
But there's still some thoughts that won't leave me alone
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'm seeing ghosts in the corner of the room
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'll still feel like I'm not good enough for you
I'm not good enough for you
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'm seeing ghosts in the corner of the room
Maybe someday I'll be cured of this
But till then I'll still feel like I'm not good enough for you
I'm not good enough for you
Writer: Jordan Sigmund
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