Did you expect it all to stop
at the wave of your hand
like the songs just going to drop if its night you demand
well in the dark we're just there
once we're gone who's going to care
if we were ever here at all
well summers going to come its going to 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 loved
in that mask of details that seem important at the time
now you cant even recall any names, faces, alarms
its more the feeling of it all
well winters going to end im going to clean these veins again
so close to dying that i finally can start living