Texty:
Amity Affliction The High Hopes Ep

Don't you, think it's strange How we speak to ourselves when everything is falling to pieces? Like molten lead to water We fall apart and fragment Always

You'd, give up the world, take on the earth But you'll falter I can see it in the way Your tourniquet is bound Weak as your will at the lowest point

the) All the angels you hope will (All the angels you hope will) I can tell you right now They will never be There to save you, like you hoped they would