We could all use a bit of a breather ♥
It's too many layers, of memories, and fights, and promises, and restraints
And the beliefs are over, yes, all the mantras are so hollow that they are becoming chores
Yes, once we "lived here in fun" now I want to get out, I'm packing and it's final
It's too many layers, of arguments, amd fights, and promises, and restraints
It'll be okay, I swear
I won't scream this time, I'm silent
Calling your number with trembling hands
It's too many layers, of memories, and fights, and promises, and restraints
And we also bought a pair of sofas, as a strange kind of promise for stability and the future
But the velcro is wearing off, apologizing and tired, we made a thousand payments
Everything is becoming so forced, sitting breathlessly by the trash bin, just counting the days
It'll be okay, I swear
I won't scream this time, I'm silence
Stroking your rabbit with clean hands
And there's no other bar I didn't drink at at night
Serve me Strychnine
And this city suddenly turned into a kind of jail
Because no one is you
It's too many layers, of memories, and fights, and promises, and restraints
And the beliefs are over, yes, all the mantras are so hollow that they're becoming chores
I'm going back to the parents, It'll be tough but delicious, I hope I won't gain weight
It's too many layers, of memories, and fights, and promises, and restraints
It's too many layers, of memories, and fights, and promises, and restraints
You're supposed to be mine, plotting to be only with myself, oh God is this real?
It's already 1 am and there's a lockdown in the streets again, the flashlights are so hostile
It's too many layers, of memories, and fights, and promises, and restraints
It's too many layers, of memories, and fights, and promises, and restraints
It's too many layers, of memories, and fights, and promises, and restraints
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