heart attack american
bronx, the
i'm done telling you that i'm in love
what i have will never be enough
come on baby go live life on your own
everything inside is breaking down
and you don't want to be hanging around
i don't think i want to leave myself alone
i'm done having to apologize
i'm done living inside your eyes
when the lights go out what's left to know
nothing ever makes sense to me
a broken branch of the family tree
kill the lights now baby watch me explode
and i'm done doing things i don't want to do
i'm done living in this decline
i'm done watching you redesign
come on baby let's go walk out the door
i'm done showing up to fucking work
taking orders from a fucking bitch
i'm in the chair now go ahead and flip the switch
i'm done doing things i don't want to do
and i'm sick and tired of setting up to be like you
fucked up thrown out and overdue