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yesterday

Better With The Dead

 

Better With The Dead

(album: Sailor Jerry - 2020)


In one mile, turn left on Garden Avenue

Couldn't trade your point of view
I found a way, but how about you?

Relieve the pain, release the noise
That separates and fills the voids inside my fucking head

The trigger's cold, my fingers itching
I'm barely here, my presence drifting
You loved my once but you'll hate me forever
Take me back to the end of September

Hop out with the blood red wrist
And an ice cold heart that won't stay together
You can feel my love with a kiss
Why'd it end like this?
I'll regret that forever

I'm better with the dead my dear
Let me die right here
Forgotten and dismembered
This isn't what you wanna hear
But I'll say it clear enough that you'll remember

The trigger's cold, my fingers itching
I'm barely here, my presence drifting
You loved my once but you'll hate me forever
Take me back to the end of September

Couldn't trade your point of view
I found a way, but how about you?

These days, I can't even break a sweat about it
My heart aches for the things that I've been stricken of
Just one taste and a little bit of ecstasy
Will keep me begging for it every minute of the week

This game is getting old, I think I've had enough
I'm an old soul and I might call your bluff
Don't make me out to be the enemy
When I'm gone, I bet you'd wished you had cherished me

In one mile, turn left on Garden Avenue

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