Do they want love, or just a home?
Sorrow, hollow
I am just a shell of my old self
Crash, burn, die slow
The state of mind I'm in
Since you lost hope
I'm losing sleep, I think I'm passing out
You know I never felt more comfortable than on your couch
Didn't know my disease could be a verb
I carried every single fleeting word inside my mouth
Sorrow, hollow
I am just a shell of my old self
Crash, burn, die slow
The state of mind I'm in
Since you lost hope
I'm losing sleep, I think I'm passing out
You know I never felt more comfortable than on your couch
Didn't know my disease could be a verb
I carried every single fleeting word inside my mouth
( Lemix J. Buckley )
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