[ Featuring the Good Grief ]
No ones left to call, I'm at the end of my time
Three years to expiration inside my mind
My head is static and my lungs are full of sand
And I've got nobody left to lend a helping hand
Saw your face & it was older
I Felt your voice, it got colder
It was all a dream
But there's something in our blood that makes us want to leave
Or maybe it's the weed, caffeine, or it's subsidiaries
Saw your face & it was older
I felt your voice, it got colder
That sinking feeling creeping in again
A residual cloud of smoke
I say "dont go"
This ghost under a sheet
Has been saving me
I feel like shit and it's grounding
Did your bones creak the same as mine?
Did they keep you up at night?
Can't sleep
Don't sleep
Won't sleep
Saw your face & it was older
I felt your voice, it got colder
That sinking feeling creeping in again
A residual cloud of smoke
A residual cloud of smoke
I say "dont go"
