We all have expiration dates,
just numbers bumping into each other
Trying to calculate something with substance
It's not gonna work, there's not enough choices
Laying on my ghastly sheets, I dream of you and me,
I’m not convinced of anything
But thanks for the kiss goodnight
Thanks for the song your lips sing
Sadness is a slow burn my heart is a fire place
The carelessness of losing my mothers 10 dollar heirloom
Can’t be replaced by you
We dug into each other’s hearts so well
And hallowed them to the broken end
If I had anything left in my stomach I would’ve spit it on your name
Every interaction is a political statement
And every love feels like the last one (why can’t it be)
And every love feels like the last one (why can’t it be)
And every love feels like the last one (why can’t it be)
You cant wash it off
You cant wash it off of you
You can’t wash it off