Texty: Bronx (The). The Bronx. I Got Chills.

All this time i've been unclean watching you cause you're watching me shotgun knives into my heart without a reason all i want to do is die fuck the beats of a different heart what i'll do if you never tell bleed me an answer from i got chills break it down and build again sit still line me up so i can burn my heart knows you won't return make some sense of being alone cause i'm wasted blackout rescue from my faults take away my sober stare payphone prayer give me what i want give me an answer trying to stare through you can't get past your eyes locked from the inside let me inject trying to stare through you can't get past your eyes sweating through the nights again i'd rather have good pills i got chills