I’m lying with my fingers crossed and I hope you come true. Farewell to the cheap escapes, they’re heartless like you. I won’t write you anymore, thought you had enough in store, I won’t write you anymore. Turn to endless stretch across thru, wipe it off your pitied face and you’ll get there soon. Hey you, I know what you’ve been through, I see you need just a little push and you’ll get there soon. I’m staring at this photograph; it’s the one left of you, without pain and no motivation it’s nothing like you. I won’t write you anymore, thought you had enough in store, I won’t write you anymore. Pounding hard to get some sleep keeps you from listening. I forgot to clench my teeth, clench my teeth waiting. Fuck all of the times I thought about it, all the shitty sleep before this town got crowded.
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The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur