Verse 1 So much could kill me, baby So few are willing lately See my old bruises wear thin You pressed record to my skin Chorus Oh, take your pick Take me home Or take me sick Verse 2 That pinprick deep in my skull Still has me spitting up pulp It’s how the dark shines through me What did you think that you’d see? Chorus And have you had enough...Learn More

Verse 1 I used the last of my powers Trying to sing you to sleep Now there isn’t a thing left for you And there sure as hell isn’t a thing left for me We were only apart by three hours Might as well have been weeks Caught in some fraying invisible spiderweb Tying your phone still on speaker to me And I sat with your breathing So recently...Learn More