2 acessos
I'm a clenched fist
Distorted and clutching hope
Beneath these two tired, broken wrists
I'm tired of it
I'm always running from this
Relentless in its dissonance
Let's consider this something I won't soon forget
Eventually, I've to get used to "remember when."
Hey man
Remember those nights in richmond
And the way I never knew what they meant?
I'm tired of these toss-ups and all this feigned motivation
But I've always felt fine singing in your basement
Let's consider this something I won't soon forget
Eventually, I've got to get used to "remember when."
I'm not the sum of my own parts
Just a rough combination of the people I've met so far
Let's consider this something I won't soon forget
Eventually, I've got to get used to "remember when."