Texty: Jenny Owen Youngs. Transmitter Failure. Dissolve.

Tell them whatever you want
you and i know what happened here
tell them whatever you want
we gave each other proof we were there

there's nothing left on you
we sat and watched the glue dissolve

ask me whatever you need
i'm just waiting to obey
ask me the things you don't see
i am living to repay

there's nothing left on you
we sat and watched the glue dissolve

tell me what i deserve
i'm just waiting on your words
tell me i'm fit to be torn
you go, i stay, nothing gets done

there's nothing left on me
but breaks and cuts i know you can see
we're dead, we're bones, we're dust
there's nothing left to lose