Take the house, and here’s the keys
Keep the cash and all you need
One last thing, here’s a knife
I pray you take your own life
She doesn’t love you like she did before
The glass rained down across the bedroom floor
Her tears won’t take this away
She paid the price for her games
I’m sick of waiting, I’m sick of hating
This place I call home, I’m so fucking gone
You spit in my face, with the actions you take
The things that you’ve done
I’m so fucking over you
Two feet wide, and six feet down
There’s a box that I have found
You’re locked inside, for all time
Now I feel so alive
She doesn’t love you like she did before
The glass rained down across the bedroom floor
Her tears won’t take this away
She paid the price for her games
I’m sick of waiting, I’m sick of hating
This place I call home, I’m so fucking gone
You spit in my face, with the actions you take
The things that you’ve done
I’m so fucking over you
This can’t be for real, all the pain that I feel
Scream from the top of my lungs, let my heart make the deal
My stomach is sick, and my head is a mess
Take a look where you are, I know you couldn’t care less
I’m sick of waiting, I’m sick of hating
This place I call home, I’m so fucking gone
You spit in my face with the actions you take
The things that you’ve done
I’m so fucking over you
Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022
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