12 Fractures
Tell me if I were to smile now
In the dead of the dark, would it even exist?
Or is it hard to tell you treat me like a cheap motel sometimes?
Though nevertheless, I was prepared to die
When I think of your chest, f**k your money
Fantasize about those nights you held me down and sewed your lips to mine
Now I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
We emptied our wrists on the dotted line
Now I stay on my side of the city
No refugee, no empty feet
Well thank God for THC
Now I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Now I
Yeah I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
(Ba ba)
Am I the taste that you wanna dump?
Or am I the dust on your candy?
You wash me off, then spit me out
Once I lost taste inside your mouth
