Текст песни 12 Fractures (feat. Chloe Moriondo)

Tell me if I were to smile now In the dead of the dark, would it even exist? Or is it hard to tell you treat me like a cheap motel sometimes? Though nevertheless, I was prepared to die When I think of your chest, fuck your money Fantasize about those nights you held me down and sewed your lips to mine Now I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes We emptied our wrists on the dotted line Now I stay on my side of the city No refugee, no empty feet Well thank God for thc Now I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Now I Yeah I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes (Ba ba) Am I the taste that you wanna dump? Or am I the dust on your candy? You wash me off, then spit me out Once I lost taste inside your mouth