My heart beats in slow songs,
Pumping moments through my veins.
Waking up in empty beds,
Walk through months of bad mistakes.
Give me back the life I had.
I really had nothing.
Nothing's better than this city
Full of lies that push through me.
I'm a burning building; you're a loveless friend.
Now I watch the clock, now I walk on knives.
On knives, on knives,
On knives, on knives.
I find problems.
I'm a fucked up kid.
I got problems.
I'm alone again.
I find problems.
I'm a fucked up kid.
I got problems.
I'm alone again.