...and it might kill us both
I've been given all the time and patience this world can give
Slowing down are words i can't define
I am going to take my time to make sure our heads fit
Our skulls and teeth lock up and our hearts beg for the same cause
We are all sick of robbing the same banks
And ending up with counterfeits
My muscles are burnt to shit and this might be all i have left
But someone once said when you start to burn your bones
You will find everything you were born to die for
And if that's true, then consider me dust
I've been given all the time and patience this world can give
Slowing down are words i can't define
I am going to take my time to make sure our heads fit
Our skulls and teeth lock up and our hearts beg for the same cause
We are all sick of robbing the same banks
And ending up with counterfeits
My muscles are burnt to shit and this might be all i have left
But someone once said when you start to burn your bones
You will find everything you were born to die for
And if that's true, then consider me dust
( Comadre )
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