Texty: Gold Kids. Winter, 365 Days A Year.

wet lips are keeping me
down on my own
where it?s all about appearence
there?s not a gift inside
blue eyes on wednesday nights
it seems they bright
please take me away
before they fade again
not all the shining things
have been made of gold

to dive in dusty beds
searching for something deep
and find the emptyness
of another sleepless night
the only one I ever loved
was puttin me in a grave
and I never found anyone else
to share a better day

I would cut my hands off
to fall in love again
the cold heart I used to have
got nothing fuckin left

wet lips are keeping me
down into loneliness
where it?s all about appearence
there?s not a gift inside
blue eyes on wednesday nights
it seems they bright
please take me away
before they fade again