Trainwreck

Dead City Sunday

Compositor: Dead City Sunday

It's a cold wound that I longed here ago
such engraved empty feelings that I just don't know what to do.
So tell me the truth or tell me a lie tell me you'll stay or tell me goodbye.
You keep scripting yp this impressive writers mistake I'm fallen.

But I've stopped waiting for you call
watching the nightfall again.
I'm keeping it calm until I
have you resting in my palm.

Glowing up this cigarette living
on stress I can't believe this is true
I'm coming running back I'm running back
for the same reason for some reason
but that's you decision well fuck your decision anyway.

But I've stopped waiting for
your call watching the night fall again.
I'm keeping it calm until
I have you resting in my palm.

Until I pull my way back.
Maintain control do I wait
when are you coming home.

But I've stopped waiting for your
call watching the night fall again.
I'm keeping it calm until
I have you resting in my palm.