Black Lungs

Let me start with a new slate
All white bleached soul, no heartache
Let me breathe with some less pain
Black lungs, trash funds, comes with old age

Why you act like it's all great?
Let's be honest, we're both struggling
And I can't put my trust in anything
And I'll just hurt you girl, please runaway

See my face, when blood goes blue like tears beneath me
I grasp you close and scream, mid-sleep cause you're fading

Sometimes the lucid dreams just make me wanna end things
I get so sick of always fighting, what's the end game?

Please leave my name out the conversation and just fill me with lead
Like who the fuck else don't really wanna live?
Like who the fuck else is really worth shit?
Please don't be worried about barrels I'm leaping
I promise, I bet this shit beats our best
Unless you catch me at the store, guess I'm dead
Please catch me slipping, I'm better off dead, yeah

Let me start with a new slate
All white bleached soul, no heartache
Let me breathe with some less pain
Black lungs, trash funds, comes with old age

Why you act like it's all great?
Let's be honest, we're both struggling
And I can't put my trust in anything
And I'll just hurt you girl, please runaway
See my face, when blood goes blue
And I'll just hurt you girl, please runaway