songs

Like a road stretching for miles north and six feet under
A declining sense of fervour, like a water slide covered in gasoline
One match for us and one for the thought
A facetious decision of horrid mind, such is not yours to make

To thread a thin line between the gulf, an ocean of anhedonia
Dull the senses, feel the looks
Dull the senses, feel the looks

Like a virtue signal for death you notice it more and more
A farce made up by the mind, too many at fault to count

As far as the eye can see, a rope tied to the willow tree
All eyes are on you from these letters you left behind
It's hyperbole galore, were you ever gonna tell them all?
There's etching on the back of the tree, a heart shape split into two or three

The writings on the ba-ba-bathroom wall read "Live a little"
Dull the senses, feel the looks
Dull the senses, feel the looks

Like a virtue signal for death, you notice it more and more
A farce made by the mind, too many at fault to count
Like a virtue signal for death, a lapse in your rightful mind
Thoughts are empty for once, this time's the last for now

I want a short, but happy, life instead of constant love and affection
I want a short, but happy, life instead of constant love and affection
I want a short, but happy, life instead of constant love and affection
I want a short, but happy, life instead of constant love and affection