40/35
Barely breathing, slowly burning,this fireplace inside.
Lay me across a ditch and walk on my lips
as they just melt away.
Dripping from what I felt from days before
and it's still fresh to me.
Silence can't be broken without a voice.
“Where did yours go?�
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs in this burning car.
You grab your head in fear
and tell me that I'm wrong, just tell me that “I'm wrong�
Seriously... Tell me “I'm wrong�.
Now this has all fizzled out.
From everything to nothing in 3.5 seconds.
(That seems like a record to me).
Words won't save you now and car crashes won't save me.
So why do I even bother to try?
Now you better buckle up and let your hair out the window
feel the breeze
and grab the wheel when I let go
cause we are going 40 in a 35 on the other side of the road.
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