You're coming back
I don't know why I feel so bad
Ooooooo, a picture always hurts
More than words
You're born at zero
And dead at twenty-three
Aint it f**king cold
When the dirt comes free
You make it clear
You take me as insincere
A picture I can live without seein'
Oh, you made a point
I never robbed you of a choice
But I can never love you in your voice
I'm a sorry mess to see your face
I wanna hold you close
But I push you away
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
But I'm not feeling great
About letting you in
Close your eyes
It's just about time to speak
Dreams only come true in better dreams
Well I dream me in the middle of drunken screams
I'm praying to god that one day I'll be clean
Oh look at the clock
I wish I was a time machine
Cuz I could of been anything but I couldn't your great scheme
I'm a sorry mess to see your face
I wanna hold you close
But I push you away
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
I'm not feeling great
About letting you in
You're born at zero
And dead at twenty-three
Aint it f**king cold
When the dirt comes free
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Lyrics submitted by Sarah Carnal.