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I’m just counting days to my demise
And these days I shake with the tick of time
My hands are bleeding me out dry
Because I’ve held sharp seconds longer then I should’ve tried
But a temple without holy men in sight
Leaves a lot to desire, it never feels quite right

I guess that I’ll wait here and watch the red paint dry
It’s the last thing you left in the city where you died
But when the walls turn blue to cover our goodbyes
The crimson will be in my chest, alive

And though my tongue is tied, I’ll let the speech subside
And I’ll be left on the roof with the man on the moon to hear my selfish cries
And with a strong salute, I’ll hold the final truth that I’m sure I’ll be fine.
I hope you find the fit that you like.

I’m horribly
So well prepared
To hide myself
So you’re unaware
That I am crushed,
That I am here
That you are there,
That I’m so scared

I’m often weak
And ill compared
To days I felt
I didn’t care
Now I’m broke
I need repair
And now I’m choked
In search of air

I’m horribly
So well prepared
To hide myself
So you’re unaware
That I’m crushed,
That I’m here
That you’re there,
That I’m so scared

And though my tongue is tied, I’ll let the speech subside
And I’ll be left on the roof with the man on the moon to hear my selfish cries
And with a strong salute, I’ll hold the final truth that I’m sure I’ll be fine.
I hope you find the fit that you like.

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from Night Life - EP, released June 15, 2013

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