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Medicine

 

Medicine

(album: Future Lovers - 2022)


I can't seem to shake this fever
Something's got me giving up again
I'm too drunk to fear the reaper
We could go and fuck it up again
Play pretend

I need to see the way it ends
I hate the taste of medicine
We could play pretend
Baby, won't you let me in

I'm sick of sweating
Let me be alone so I can start forgetting
If I ever had the guts to kill the pain
Then I'd be just another memory
All this shit is dead to me

I'm over losing everything
I hope we got a mention
Had to kill me just to send a message

We're just sick of chasing heaven
Stuck with getting better
Maybe it'll last forever
My lips are sticky from the venom
Always under pressure
Silence never sounded better
We're just sick of chasing heaven
Stuck with getting better
Maybe it'll last forever
My lips are sticky from the venom
Always under pressure
Silence never sounded better

I'm just afraid
I've got no-one to blame for my mistakes
I'm over waiting
We've got no reason to stay here
Lost cause let me go

I'm over losing everything
I hope we got a mention
Had to kill me just to send a message
I'm over losing everything
I hope we got a mention
Had to kill me just to send a message

We're just sick of chasing heaven
Stuck with getting better
Maybe it'll last forever
My lips are sticky from the venom
Always under pressure
Silence never sounded better
We're just sick of chasing heaven
Stuck with getting better
Maybe it'll last forever
My lips are sticky from the venom
Always under pressure
Silence never sounded better

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