sleepingintherain

Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?
like the suns just gonna drop if its night you demand?
Well in the dark we're just there, so the house might dissolve
Once we're gone whos gona carfe if we were ever here at all.
Summers gona come its gona cloud our eyes again. No need to focus when theres nothing thats worth seeing.
So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales,
I think you lost what you love in thatmess of details,
they seemed so important at the time, now you cahnt even recall any names faces or lines it more the feeling of it all

well winters gona end im gona clean these veins again so close to dying that i finally can start living