I found your buried bracelet
Between the cushions of the couch
It sunk so deep, tangled in springs
But the braid never fell out
And if this is nothing it's gonna hurt
I don't mind that the holes we dig
Are filled with other people's things
Let them soak through and stain your skin
If I just believed in chemicals and bus rides
I'd be empty from the inside
When it's in your eyes
You realize that if this is nothing
I could just die in your favorite shirt
And if this is nothing
It couldn't hurt
Nasty Habit - Don't Want to Die (In Your Favorite Shirt) Lyrics
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English
I found your buried bracelet
Between the cushions of the couch
It sunk so deep, tangled in springs
But the braid never fell out
And if this is nothing it's gonna hurt
I don't mind that the holes we dig
Are filled with other people's things
Let them soak through and stain your skin
If I just believed in chemicals and bus rides
I'd be empty from the inside
When it's in your eyes
You realize that if this is nothing
I could just die in your favorite shirt
And if this is nothing
It couldn't hurt
Between the cushions of the couch
It sunk so deep, tangled in springs
But the braid never fell out
And if this is nothing it's gonna hurt
I don't mind that the holes we dig
Are filled with other people's things
Let them soak through and stain your skin
If I just believed in chemicals and bus rides
I'd be empty from the inside
When it's in your eyes
You realize that if this is nothing
I could just die in your favorite shirt
And if this is nothing
It couldn't hurt
Writer: Ryan Starinsky
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid