check it. hopefully this one will make my forthcoming Brooklyn bedroom EP. Lyrics below the jump.
Breakin away from you is like picking up a cigarette
Going through the motions moving like a marionette
Others leave their lovers after twenty times as many years
What makes you something special, hissed the devil’s voice inside my ear
I think that it’ll kill me
I think that it’ll kill me
Shaking fists and pounding drinks, exactly like my mother knew
Our timeline’s looping back around, a science fiction coming true
I’m a self-fulfilling prophecy of all the hate inside her head
Didn’t know I could regret things that haven’t happened yet
I think that it’ll kill me
I think that it’ll kill me
