Texty: Tyler Read. The Ending Is All That Matters.

And you hold your head, the room where you can't sleep it smothers you,
It tears all the skin off of your bones.
Fingers cold and thermostats, breaking off means never getting back to you,
It comes alive, it says all the things you never...

Could I get you to come down from your cloud?
You say watch the constellation
But make your way to me.

And you were right, and this is just a test or so you'd say,
I wish you would, sort it out kill me for good.
Funerals and drawn out prayers leaving flowers giving stares to what you've done,
What did you do, and does it even matter?

Could I get you to come down from your cloud

You say watch the constellation
Make your way to me.

And here we are tangled up in blue. Do you miss it cause I miss you
I think about it all the time.

And I think that you know, you'll always get what you want, you will always...

You say watch the constellation
But make your way to me