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And these cold sick dreams got my ears to bleed
So I smoke two blunts under autumn leaves
Now my lungs go numb and these feelings freeze
But I can't help think 'bout your love in spring
So I drove back home with these black scraped doors
And my chest felt shit so I smoked some more
And my friends out back in the sunroom porch
While I'm passed out cold on this basement floor

She been getting high with the door locked
Paranoid thoughts when the phone talk
I can feel the rain on the sidewalk
Thinking bout our time on the boardwalk
Haven't been fried in a minute
But I'ma hit this blunt till it's finished
I'm an asshole, I admit it
But I can't deal with thoughts I've been given
And it's hard to speak with my mental health
So I sip some more in this cheap hotel
And it's hard to trust when I hate myself, but I loved you more then life itself

I smoke too much, but I love that numb
My eyes glued shut in this bed I'm stuck
I hate the thoughts that I get in the morning
Don't think about the calls 'n the texts I'm ignoring
I lost it all and I broke at last
Took a marker out for my heart shaped cast
I loved you more than I hate my past
I needed you here when it all went bad
I did it again
I told myself I'd be fine when it ends
I miss the blood on my lips, the taste of it there when we kissed
'N it went down
I remember the call, I remember the sound of your voice
Telling me, Telling me
Over 'n over
But all I could hear was the noise
Fell for those drugs too fast 'n I'm drinking my thoughts away
Won't feel the pain
The shit in my stomach got me numb to this
Not feeling it, keep filling my cup, everything is fine
I'm good at bottling it up
I was thinking that
It hurts to know you'd never take it back 'n its kinda sad
Really miss the things that we had

And these cold sick dreams got my ears to bleed
So I smoke two blunts under autumn leaves
Now my lungs go numb and these feelings freeze
But I can't help think 'bout your love in spring
So I drove back home with these black scraped doors
And my chest felt shit so I smoked some more
And my friends out back in the sunroom porch
While I'm passed out cold on this basement floor

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