Yeah, I'm burning faces, and covering the tracks

Your eyes are so nice, want their focus

It won't be long 'til, won't be long

Won't be long 'til you think twice of me

We owe you nothing

Yeah, the memory of a chance for you to be

Keeps me glued, handcuffed to you

No apologies this time

'Cause these little guys numb my senses

I, I have some wishes left (Wishes left)

Wishes left

We give bitch to thе facts, I accept, I accept

We givе bitch to the facts

And it may not make sense, but I felt your dead eyes

Dead eyes

(These tears are on tap)

(These tears are on tap)

Goodbye

I'll send the letter tonight

And it's addressed to you

And it's addressed to you

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