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angelreedy

Numbered | Original

295 views 1 year ago
I was so on the fence about posting this, but ahh, here it is I guess.

Lyrics:
I guess it's kind of poetic,
dying on the bathroom floor.
You are the bruised knees, the wet cheeks,
the lock that doesn't work on the door.

And I let you in, let you look at the mess in my chest,
and all you did was break my ribcage.

Our endless days are numbered,
our endless days are numbered,
and I just want you to know.

And I guess it's kind of ironic,
that the only way to get out or escape is to go through.
You are the slammed doors, the lost wars,
every person that I ever knew.

And I let you in, let you look at the mess in my chest,
and all you did was break my ribcage.

Our endless days are numbered,
our endless days are numbered,
and I just want you to know.

I just want you to know that you are every face
and every place that I don't wanna go.
And you are every song I can't listen to,
and every road that I can't take.
You are the face of every friend I ever had
that I can't know, I don't know, I don't wanna know ever again.

Our endless days are numbered,
our endless days are numbered.

The bruised knees, the wet cheeks,
the slammed doors, the lost wars.
The bruised knees, the wet cheeks,
the slammed doors, the lost wars.
You are finite, you are finite.

Our endless days are numbered,
our endless days are numbered. Show less
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