Texty: Impossibles (The). Return. This Is Fucking Tragic.
We've come to feel so cold
I can't stand waiting
Here in your hand I fold
To keep from breaking
Down turned and wearing thin
I put myself in
Your shoes have left you broken,
blistered, bleeding, and bruised
(I thought you loved me)
Tonight
I'd give you my life
Just to die
At your side
I would give you my life
Just to keep receiving that lost feeling
Salting open wounds
With words you can't help but
Here is my last goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Return
Impossibles (The)