Texty: Small Brown Bike. Split With Casket Lottery. Boarding House.

If i catch you coming home tonight. Trade laughs and pick another fight to fight. All speed-Daylight takes me. No sleep-Night time break me. All speed-This night hates me. No sleep-Night time break me. The best of all is my worst fear for you. Easy choking breath, so much for me to lose. "He's an open wound without a stitch to save." Falling, crying without a chance to change. I'm calling out on the all the lines i can. A gentle scream to keep the time in my hand. Write me in this house that i dont leave. Falling, crying without a chance to speak