Текст песни Type Face Love Letter

Got holes in my fucking hands, Cause I can't fucking sleep. All those holes in my fucking hands, Lead me to believe. That I waited, and I waited, For something that's gone all wrong. And I waited, For something thta's come undone. I got a heart attack theory, In the pocket of my jeans. And I know I got something, And it's not what It seems. Like a bull without horns. And a god on the mend. Limping, bored to avoid. Something fails in my head.