could have made you crumple at my feet
but i sold my health to slurry speech
'cause grey is not a shade i want to be
seeking that sensitive head rush
and i find myself another crutch
i am the smoke from my gun
all the mistakes i've made
from all the mould that grew inside of me
i got myself and that's all that i need
still stuck in the free throw
but i stare out of windows
when there's nothing outside
wrestle the cracks under my skin
shaking the walls i'm buried in
i want the taste of what's left in between
these burnt and bound and broken wings
adjust my eyes and a subtle pinch
i didn't fight this hard to give in to the sting
all the mistakes i've made
from all the mould that grew inside of me
i got myself and that's all that i need
still stuck in the free throw
but i stare out of windows
when there's nothing outside
everything takes its toll
still stuck in the free throw
but i stare out of windows
when there's nothing outside
still stuck in the free throw
but i stare out of windows
when there's nothing outside