Texty: Above Our Distance. Thank The Academy!.

Thank The Academy!

We were condemned to struggle
Too much to overcome
The leavings will outlive us
But it?s okay to sink

I must get rid of the parts in
me that remained unbearable burdens
A knife in the back
True love is dead and we?re going down
together
The way we chose
Now I want none

Of your fucking company

Your weakened arms
Your fading smile
We were so close, it mirrored ourselves,
but Now nothing resembles it
But shame

With nothing in return

I got to get this going on my own

True love is dead

Then I gasped for breath
You draw on every bit
Dashed my hope anddreams
But it?s okay to sink

With nothing in return

I got to get this going on my own