knuckles white dry
gang of youths
deep in the breath of a carrier
coughing up blood is the worst case scenario
no way in hell is this happening
to us i don't care if it kills me
we're driving my car from the city
been shaving my knuckles white dry from the walls i've been punching
and you haven't cried much or nearly enough
but i'll scream at your chest for as long as i must
do you think it hears me?
we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun
it's no kind of living afraid or unknown let the dead be the dead
let us live and disown all pretending
from here until the car ride home
if i hear another i love you get well from someone we don't know or that i didn't tell
and i swear that i'll show them a vision of hell
it gets tiresome you know
it's always the strangers who poke and they prod
and they drive all that shit deep inside of your blood
then where is our god that's the question i pose
and you haven't changed much or nearly enough
but i scream at your chest for as long as i trust
do you think it hears me?
we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun
it's no kind of living afraid or unknown
let the dead be the dead let us live and disown all pretending
from here until the car ride home